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... The people that really care about passion, most of all can enjoy life.

About the power of passion always judged on committed in the name of her recklessness.

Passion is blinding. Consciousness returns vision. But to see this is not enough. You need to look from above and not from himself. You need to be more.

Carnal passion does kill. Hungering passion of death - that is the law. The satisfaction of a desire is its absence, and its absence is his death. The desire itself is nothing more than seeking his own satisfaction. Desire is what he is looking for his death. This is the essence.
Physical passion physical passion. There are no people, no person. Here only the "subject of desire" and "object of desire". Passion is absolutely selfish. Selfishness is osleplennost desire. People, filled with passion, does not see nor the one he loves, or himself. It's a double murder. Passion is always hungering death.
And only consciousness can be said of passion, "no." Strong, deep, true consciousness. Only such a consciousness can distinguish with the tinsel of words and actions of the person and follow my dreams and images - himself.

Passion is devoid of objectivity, it is devoid of truth. So remember: if your brain is on fire with excitement, you're in danger...

Love can be different. You can love the human body, you can love his personality, and can love soul. It's three different types of love. Three completely different love, but it is not easy to distinguish one from another.
Love facing the body, based on sexual attraction, hot, scorching. It is like a death. True passion is so strong that the mind succumbing to its power. You think you love the man, his qualities, his soul. But based on just physical attraction, sexual dominant.
Beloved such a love is not real - it is drawn. The brain like a fever, he needs to get rid of excitement. So he draws a perfect, alluring picture. And do not him to objectivity! "You love! Object worthy! Come on!" - here are his words. The deception is revealed later..."

The intellect is powerless to cope with the desire, begins to play with words. It is protected by building walls of words. But passion, if it comes, washes away these "huts" in one motion, as if they were never there. Passion laughs at the intellect. Who doubt her power - will fall first.

Passion is the blade, which pulled in two different directions. One holds the handle, the other grabs the edge. The first is opposed to the pressure, and the second injures the soul. The curse of love in this despair. And it's the eternal dilemma - your desire is only one who is not showing you any interest. You yourself are interesting only to those who are not cause you have no desire to. Is there a way?..

... passion... is the salt of life, and while you ruled by passion, without salt do not, though at other times it is quite possible.

One passion, taking us ismeet all the other passions.

He knew that her passion rapture is the rapture itself, the heady intoxication, a bright flash, tribute to the minute - not more. And now, for the first time, like the pilot, which is in the gap dazzling sparkling clouds, where light and shadow play hide and seek, suddenly sees the land far below, green, brown and shining; now he saw something more. With the rapture of passion, he felt devotion for dope - a sense for the trinkets of words - human trust.

The skin is the obstacle in the way of our unity. It prevents us from becoming a single entity.

If you touch the passion in the man,
Then, of course, cannot find the truth.

Passions are the winds inflating sails of the ship. Sometimes they drown, but without them he could not swim.