Quotes About Enthusiasm

But my favorite band is Curbside Life, out of Chicago.

That youthful fervor, which is sometimes called enthusiasm, but which is a heat of imagination subsequently discovered to be inconsistent with the experience of actual life.

I wake up laughing every day. I get a kick out of life.

People who are not interested in food always seem rather dry and unloving and don't have a real gusto for life.

The amateur has an infectious, contagious enthusiasm for golf and life.

I just want to go for it. In every aspect of my life and careers, I just want to give it all I have.

Life is too short to be a boring company.

In '75, the year both A Chorus Line and Chicago hit Broadway, my head spun around and I became the ultimate theater queen for life.

Go at life with abandon; give it all you've got. And life will give all it has to you.

Without zest, what is life? Just waiting for death? It can't be anything else. Only with zest do you live; otherwise you vegetate.

In life and art it's better to be an enthusiastic amateur than a jaded professional.

Say goodbye to the energy vampires in your life (the negative souls who steal your enthusiasm).

It is the way of youth that each fresh piece of knowledge of life should go to its head, and that once uplifted by an emotion it can never have enough of it.

Just 'cause there's snow on the roof doesn't mean there's not a fire inside.

I have loved movies as the number one thing in my life so long that I can't ever remember a time when I didn't.

I'm very glad to have something to be passionate about. I can't imagine a life without passion.

I've found the thing in life that I adore, which is working in science television. It's just a big adventure, really.

He was contemplation and enthusiasm. Ambition and strong coffee.

He was contemplation and enthusiasm. Ambition and strong coffee. I could have looked at him forever.

He was contemplation and enthusiasm. Ambition and strong coffee. All that was there, in the lids of his brown eyes, his smooth skin, his lower lip pushed out. There was coiled energy inside.

The fairies came to christening parties and gave the babies magical gifts. Bounce, effort, and snark. Contemplation and enthusiasm. Ambition and strong coffee. Sugar, curiosity, and rain. And yet, there was a witch. There's always a witch.

He wasn't just Gat. He was contemplation and enthusiasm. Ambition and strong coffee. All that was there, in the lids of his brown eyes, his smooth skin, his lower lip pushed out. There was coiled energy inside.

Here is something I love about Gat: he is so enthusiastic, so relentlessly interested in the world, that he has trouble imagining the possibility that other people will be bored with what he's saying.

Will you pretty please with brown sugar and cinnamon make a fucking Scrabble word?