Passion and the Heart Quotes and Quotations
What our age lacks is not reflection but passion.
It is with our passions as it is with fire and water - they are good servants, but bad masters.
The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.
The ruling passion, be it what it will, the ruling passion conquers reason still.
There is no passion like that of a functionary for his function.
An intense feeling carries with it its own universe, magnificent or wretched as the case may be.
He disliked emotion, not because he felt lightly, but because he felt deeply.
People don't ask for facts in making up their minds. They would rather have one good, soul-satisfying emotion than a dozen facts.
If we resist our passions, it is more due to their weakness than to our strength.
A sentimentalist is simply one who desires to have the luxury of an emotion without paying for it.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
The world is a comedy to those who think; a tragedy to those who feel.
Follow your heart, and you perish.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved . . . the ones who never yawn and say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
Fanaticism consists in redoubling your efforts when you have forgotten your aim.
Disappointments should be cremated, not embalmed.
Artificial manners vanish the moment the natural passions are touched.
Hands have not tears to flow.
A good heart is better than all the heads in the world.
Where the mind is past hope, the heart is past shame.
Nobody has ever measured, even poets, how much a heart can hold.
The logic of the heart is absurd.
Our hearts were drunk with a beauty our eyes could never see.
The same heart beats in every human breast.
The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of.
Man becomes man only by the intelligence, but he is man only by the heart.
From the solitude of the wood, (Man) has passed to the more dreadful solitude of the heart.
Seeing's believing, but feeling's the truth.
We are adhering to life now with our last muscle - the heart.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
Weak people cannot be sincere.