For love is a flattering mischief, that hath denied aged and wise men a foresight of those evils that too often prove to be the children of that blind father; a passion, that carries us to commit errors with as much ease as whirlwinds move feathers, and begets in us an unwearied industry to the attainment of what we desire.
Wizard's Third Rule Passion rules reason, For better or for worse.
There is no disease so destructive as lust.
Capricious, wanton, bold, and brutal Lust Is meanly selfish; when resisted, cruel; And, like the blast of Pestilential Winds, Taints the sweet bloom of Nature's fairest forms.
I think 'Chris' is way more about that, about living desire as a force of chaos and about reveling in that chaos.
Whenever we confront an unbridled desire we are surely in the presence of a tragedy-in-the-making.
O tyrant love, when held by you, We may to prudence bid adieu. [Fr., Amour! Amour! quand tu nous tiens On peut bien dire, Adieu, prudence.]
The young are heated by Nature as drunken men by wine.
So what is wild? What is wilderness? What are dreams but an internal wilderness and what is desire but a wildness of the soul?
Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
Noble passions are like vices: the more they are satisfied, the greater they grow, Mothers and gamblers are insatiable.
The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.
The expedition of my violent love outrun the pauser, reason.
My passions, concentrated on a single point, resemble the rays of a sun assembled by a magnifying glass: they immediately set fire to whatever object they find in their way.
Some people possess talent, others are possessed by it. When that happens, a talent becomes a curse.
If passion rules, how weak does reason prove!
Beware of people carrying ideas. Beware of ideas carrying people.
We were doing things with a hundred per cent feeling. It wasn't programmed. It wasn't asked for. It wasn't structured. It was just there. It was very raw. I don't think the industry would allow that to happen again.
my wild, uncured, erratic, incomprehensible heart.
Innocence is drowned in anarchy. The best lack conviction given time to think, and the worst are full of passion without mercy.
I am a man of vehement disposition, with violent enthusiasms, and extreme immoderation in all my passions.
There is in every one of us, even those who seem to be most moderate, a type of desire that is terrible, wild, and lawless.
Any obsession is dangerous.
