There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Just as the wave cannot exist for itself, but is ever a part of the heaving surface of the ocean, so must I never live my life for itself, but always in the experience which is going on around me.
Passion, you see, can be destroyed by a doctor. It cannot be created.
Passion isn't something that lives way up in the sky, in abstract dreams and hopes. It lives at ground level, in the specific details of what you're actually doing every day.
Touch'd either the Passions of Rage or Grief to a Miracle.
I think we have all experienced passion that is not in any sense reasonable.
I would live all my life in nonchalance and insouciance, Were it not for making a living, which is rather a nouciance.
America's always had a real passion for lunatic movements. That's one of the things we're probably known for around the world, I would imagine.
No matter how vital experience might be while you lived it, no sooner was it ended and dead than it became as lifeless as the piles of dry dust in a school history book.
Passion is very destructive.
All humanity is passion; without passion, religion, history, novels, art would be ineffectual.