Our passions do not live apart in locked chambers, but, dressed in their small wardrobe of notions, bring their provisions to a common table and mess together, feeding out of the common store according to their appetite.
We are minor in everything but our passions.
Passion, though a bad regulator, is a powerful spring.
There is no fire like passion, there is no shark like hatred, there is no snare like folly, there is no torrent like greed.
Most marriages recognize this paradox: Passion destroys passion; we want what puts an end to wanting what we want.
By annihilting desires you annihilate the mind. Every man without passions has within him no principle of action, nor motive to act.
We know that every collector is an unconscious Don Juan who has transferred his passion from an erotic to a non-erotic sphere. But we also know that the passion with which the collected items are loved emanates from the erotic domain.
Cameron: The 1961 Ferrari 250GT California. Less than a hundred were made. My father spent three years restoring this car. It is his love, it is his passion. Ferris: It is his fault he didn’t lock the garage.
The Creator has not given you a longing to do that which you have no ability to do.