Howard Hodgkin Quotes

I want a fever, in poetry: a fever, and tranquillity.

Passion... it lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws, and howl. It speaks to us, guides us... passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have?

The downright fanatic is nearer to the heart of things than the cool and slippery disputant.

Our passion and principals are constantly in a frenzy, but begin to shift and waver, as we return to reason.

I couldn't see passion as a bad thing.

All passions exaggerate; and they are passions only because they do exaggerate.

I am full of fire and passion. I am not ready yet for great concentration and passion.

I loved her. I still love her, though I curse her in my sleep, so nearly one are love and hate, the two most powerful and devasting emotions that control man, nations, life.

Music inflames temperament.

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

The ruling passion, be it what it will. The ruling passion conquers reason still.

Passion is the mob of the man, that commits a riot upon his reason.

I think that the consciousness of passion makes you act very differently.

There was tremendous emotion. Every shift was so emotional.

I'm a lover and a fighter.

There's not much difference between love and hate.

Everybody knows someone like that: wonderful, attractive people full of passion and ideals. You envy them, but you know there's a dark side, which is brutal and cruel and violent. That dark side informs what's wonderful about them, and the passion and rage inform the darkness; they're inseparable.

What drives you? What's your motivation? That's not emotion. That's passion. It's a different word.

I'm La Flame at all times. That, at times, can be bad, at times can be good.

The reality is that passion and emotion go hand in hand.

Although I may not be sweet, I am full of passion.

There is scarcely any passion without struggle.

Desire is no light thing.

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

Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable.