The pleasure of love is in loving. We are much happier in the passion we feel than in that we inspire.
The pleasure of love is in loving. We are much happier in the passion we feel than in that we inspire.
The pleasure of love is in loving. We are happier in the passion we feel than in that which we excite.
All the passions make us commit faults; love makes us commit the most ridiculous ones.
Passion makes idiots of the cleverest men, and makes the biggest idiots clever.
If we resist our passions, it is more due to their weakness than our strength.
Jealousy is bred in doubts. When those doubts change into certainties, then the passion either ceases or turns absolute madness.
In the human heart new passions are forever being born; the overthrow of one almost always means the rise of another.
The passions are the only orators which always persuade.
If there be a love pure and free from the admixture of our other passions, it is that which lies hidden in the bottom of our heart, and which we know not ourselves.
When the heart is still agitated by the remains of a passion, we are more ready to receive a new one than when we are entirely cured.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories