Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
— Romeo and Juliet
Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
— Romeo and Juliet
The mimicry of passion is the most intolerable of all poses.
— Reviews
None of the people have any real interest in a science, who only begin to be enthusiastic about it when they themselves have made discoveries in it.
— Human, All Too Human
Tom's whole being applauded this idea. It was deep, and dark, and awful; the hour, the circumstances, the surroundings, were in keeping with it.
— The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire.
— A Tale of Two Cities
I shall ever despise the man who can be gratified by the passion which he never wished to inspire, nor solicited the avowal of.
— Lady Susan
In the chaos of sentiments and passions which defend a barricade, there is something of everything; there is bravery, youth, honor, enthusiasm, the ideal, conviction, the eager fury of the gamester, and above all, intervals of hope.
— Les Misérables
There is scarcely any passion without struggle.
— The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays
The pursuit of knowledge for its own sake, an almost fanatical love of justice and the desire for personal independence -- these are the features of the Jewish tradition which make me thank my stars that I belong to it.
— The World As I See It
To such an extent does passion manifest itself in us as a temporary and distinct character, which not only takes the place of our normal character but actually obliterates the signs by which that character has hitherto been discernible.
— Swann's Way
For he who lives as passion directs will not hear argument that dissuades him, nor understand it if he does; and how can we persuade one in such a state to change his ways?
— The Nicomachean Ethics
I possess so much, but my love for her absorbs it all. I possess so much, but without her I have nothing.
— The Sorrows of Young Werther
The bent head, the averted eye, the faltering voice, the wincing figure- these, and not the unshrinking gaze and frank reply, are the true signals of passion.
— The Lost World
Faith is a marvel, and yet no human being is excluded from it; for that in which all human life is united is passion, and faith is a passion.
— Fear and Trembling
An infinity of passion can be contained in one minute, like a crowd in a small space.
— Madame Bovary
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
— 100 Love Sonnets
…I am left with lessthan one drop of my blood that does not tremble.I recognize the the signs of the old flame.
— Purgatorio
Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, or the dictates of our passion, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence.
— The Portable John Adams
Indulge your passion for science…but let your science be human, and such as may have a direct reference to action and society. Be a philosopher; but amidst all your philosophy, be still a man.
— An Enquiry Concerning Human Understanding
Oh how can we, scarce mastering our passions, expect that youth should keep itself in check?
— Wilhelm Tell
I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.
— Canzoniere: Selected Poems
For fortune having hitherto seconded him in his designs, made him resolute and firm in his opinions, and the boldness of his temper raised a sort of passion in him for surmounting difficulties; as if it were not enough to be always victorious in the field, unless places and seasons and nature herself submitted to him.
— Plutarch's Lives, Vol 2
You too know that all my eyes see, all I touch with myself, from any distance, is Diego. The caress of fabrics, the color of colors, the wires, the nerves, the pencils, the leaves, the dust, the cells, the war and the sun, everything experienced in the minutes of the non-clocks and the non-calendars and the empty non-glances, is him.
— The Diary of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait
I could go and buy one of the islands in the / Bahamas and turn it into my personal fiefdom, but I am much more interested in trying to build andcreate a new company.