Passion Quotes

“But then she often felt like this lately. The world seemed full of transparent frauds that only she could see through. She was forever shouting from the hustings of honesty, though if any honesty were directed at her she ran from it horrified. And she knew it, laughed at herself for it, wretchedly. She was all to pieces.”
― Jude Morgan, Passion: A Novel of the Romantic Poets

“Keats was getting a reputation just when he was too ill to appreciate it or build on it: his country was taking notice of him just when he would have to leave it.”
― Jude Morgan, Passion: A Novel of the Romantic Poets

“What did she love Shelley for? His reckless spontaneity -- like this. His helpless generous nature -- like this. His treatment of her as a reasonable human being and not a trembling little rose -- and so on. If she loved him for these things, could she hate him for them? Could she?”
― Jude Morgan, Passion: A Novel of the Romantic Poets

“The world was a broken mirror, fractured into impossibilities.”
― Jude Morgan, Passion: A Novel of the Romantic Poets

“But it only passes through her mind, and then, like a dusty book consigned to a shelf, it joins the vast sad library of things left unsaid.”
― Jude Morgan, Passion: A Novel of the Romantic Poets

“she has come to the conclusion that a certain amount of lying, like the priming of a pump, is necessary to keep life going. Absolute honesty would bring everything to a shattering halt.”
― Jude Morgan, Passion: A Novel of the Romantic Poets

“How childish lovers can seem - perhaps that is why love is so alarming, it reduces us to children again, little and vulnerable and powerless in a great world we do not understand.”
― Jude Morgan, Passion: A Novel of the Romantic Poets

“It is very hard, I know, when you're young, to remember that there is such a thing as the rest of your life.”
― Jude Morgan, Passion: A Novel of the Romantic Poets

“Does this mean that even in a deep dreamless sleep, the mind is in some degree active - yet without us being aware of it? Thus the mind is not conscious of the mind? Have we a divided mind, then, or even two? And if it is disturbance that makes a man get up in his sleep and walk, then do the emotions persist even in sleep? But without awareness, this would suggest the emotions are merely a bodily expression like yawning or needing to make water.”
― Jude Morgan, Passion: A Novel of the Romantic Poets

“the sum of unhappiness is always greater than the parts”
― Jude Morgan, Passion: A Novel of the Romantic Poets

“The only thing worse than constantly seeing what you can't have is constantly seeing what you must have.”
― Jude Morgan, Passion: A Novel of the Romantic Poets

“There is the everyday truth of things, and there is the ideal. We must somehow live between them.”
― Jude Morgan, Passion: A Novel of the Romantic Poets

“Freedom is a thing you make', he says, with sudden vehemence. 'You maki it by what you do. That's about the only thing that is left us in this world.”
― Jude Morgan, Passion: A Novel of the Romantic Poets

“Some people have to carry a mirror and watch themselves living to feel they're alive at all.”
― Jude Morgan, Passion: A Novel of the Romantic Poets

“Perhaps we should always say that instead of 'old'. How gone are you? I'm thirty years gone.”
― Jude Morgan, Passion: A Novel of the Romantic Poets

“You will find in the end, my dear friend, that there is nothing more oppressie than freedom.”
― Jude Morgan, Passion: A Novel of the Romantic Poets

“I do not know where my life has gone.”
― Jude Morgan, Passion: A Novel of the Romantic Poets

“I scarcely possess myself at all it seems to me - as if my self was mortgaged long ago - to whom I know not - the higher spirits, I would hope - but it may be, alas, the Devil. I pray not. But it would explain a good deal.”
― Jude Morgan, Passion: A Novel of the Romantic Poets

“It was an impossibility, but Augusta lived quite comfortably with impossibilities.”
― Jude Morgan, Passion: A Novel of the Romantic Poets

“That is Mary: there are no suburbs to her personality: before you know it you are at her heart.”
― Jude Morgan, Passion: A Novel of the Romantic Poets

“There was something in front of her, perhaps happiness: Mary hesitated, like someone in a fairy-tale being offered a tempting dish that might be poisoned. Was that it? Again she didn't know. She disapproved of fairy-tale. They were not rational.”
― Jude Morgan, Passion: A Novel of the Romantic Poets

“Mary watched a bluebottle endlessly hammering inself against the window-glass, and saw there love as she knew it, a painful beating against nothingness.”
― Jude Morgan, Passion: A Novel of the Romantic Poets

“Misery is home ground, and she has only ever made excursions into the far country of happiness.”
― Jude Morgan, Passion: A Novel of the Romantic Poets