Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

There is scarcely any passion without struggle.

This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes they consume us completely.

Anger, lust and such other evil passions raging in the heart are the real untouchables.

There's such a fierce intense fire burning inside of me, so much that it just wants to explode.

The dimensions of my feelings are too violent.

You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow.

There's not much difference between love and hate.

I'm not hostile. I'm passionate.

I am not good. I am not virtuous. I am not sympathetic. I am not generous. I am merely and above all a creature of intense passionate feeling. I feel—everything. It is my genius. It burns me like fire.

Were Guilt is, Rage and Courage doth abound.

The greatest mania of all is passion: and I am a natural slave to passion: the balance between my brain and my soul and my body is as wild and delicate as the skin of a Ming vase.

What you call passion is not spiritual force, but friction between the soul and the outside world.

Passion alone could destroy passion. All the thinking in the world could not make so much as a dent in its surface.

With subtle and finely-wrought temperaments it is always so. Their strong passions must either bruise or bend. They either slay the man, or themselves die. Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on. The loves and the sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude.

I wanted to hit him. I wanted to hold him. I wanted to shout myself into his ear.

Two things, almost incompatible, are united in me in a manner which I am unable to understand: a very ardent temperament, lively and tumultuous passions, and, at the same time, slowly developed and confused ideas, which never present themselves until it is too late. One might say that my heart and my mind do not belong to the same person.

There is no fire like passion, there is no shark like hatred, there is no snare like folly, there is no torrent like greed.

And they were quiet but their blood and nerves and butterflies were not—they were rampantly alive, rushing and thrumming in a wild and perfect melody, matched note for note.

By my physical constitution I am but an ordinary man ... Yet some great events, some cutting expressions, some mean hypocracies, have at times thrown this assemblage of sloth, sleep, and littleness into rage like a lion.

I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood.

There are moments when our passions speak and decide for us ... like a fire kindled within our being to which everything else in us is mere fuel.

Conflicts create the fire of affects and emotions; and like every fire it has two aspects: that of burning and that of giving light.

The great sins and fires break out of me like the terrible leaves from the bough in the violent spring. I am a walking fire, I am all leaves.

Anger is like fire. It burns all clean.