Our passions are the true phoenixes; when the old one is burnt out, a new one rises from its ashes. ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
For passion has come to the verge and leaps headlong to the blind abyss, yet gathers thereby the strength of deeps, and eddies a moment and swirls and sweeps till peril is one with bliss! ~Harriet L. Childe Pemberton
In music the passions enjoy themselves. ~Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil, 1886
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