Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark. – Henri-Frédéric Amiel, Journal, 17 December 1856
I feel my body, my mind, weighted down — all is heavy — but my blood, my inner fire, my passion, the little unburdened kid in me, patiently waits to burst free. Some of us die never having burst. – Terri Guillemets
And I am glad to see, that you have also put to flight the gloomy thoughts which used to haunt you. I like to see people cheerful and happy. What is the use of giving way to sadness in this beautiful world? – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hyperion, A Romance, “The Evening and the Morning St
