Quotes About Passion

I once knew of a minstrel who bragged of having had a thousand women, one time each. He would never know what I knew, that to have one woman a thousand times, and each time find in her a different delight, is far better. I knew now what gleamed in the eyes of old couples when they stared at each other across a room...My familiarity with her was a more potent love elixir than any potion sold by a hedge-witch in the market.

I passed that day in pleasure, which is to say, in the sort of work I wanted to do rather than the work that I thought I ought to be doing.

The same thing I live for are the same things I would die for.

My life has become too heavy with purpose. I cannot remember the last time I did something simply because I wanted to do it.

It could all happen again, and I could not stop it. I think I grasped then, fleetingly, the passion that powered the Fool. He believed in the terrible strength of the White Prophet and the Catalyst, to shoulder the future from the rut of the present and into some better pathway. He believed that some act of ours could prevent others from repeating the mistakes of the past

When it finds you (whatever we call "it"—the Muse, inspiration, Story), writing moves past the careful construction of a plot line and the adding-in of needed characters. Story overflows outline and cuts its own passage through the valley of fiction. For the writer, it's an immersion.

E o que amastes, aquilo que ambos amastes verdadeiramente, não foi um ao outro. Foi a altura das vossas vidas. Foi a primavera dos vossos anos, e a vida a correr forte em vós, e a guerra à vossa parte e os vossos corpos fortes e perfeitos.

E o que amastes, aquilo que ambos amastes verdadeiramente, não foi um ao outro. Foi a altura das vossas vidas. Foi a primavera dos vossos anos, e a vida a correr forte em vós, e a guerra à vossa porta e os vossos corpos fortes e perfeitos.

On regarde souvent comme des fous les hommes de passion et les visionnaires

I'm too old to be doing this anymore." He repeated his favorite complaint. "No. You're not. You'll only be old when you try to stop doing this

I became a slightly daft traveler, obsessed with beekeeping and professing to know all there was to know on the topic. I started arguments so others would correct me and speak of beekeepers they had known.

Katie looked up at the seamless blue sky and drew in a deep breath. The pure oxygen seemed only to fuel the fire that was burning inside her, the fire that burned for both Eli and for Africa. She was in love. She knew it. But for now, that was a truth that shouldn't be revealed to anyone. Not even Eli. As if he didn't already know.

The key is for you to discover what you love to do, what you were created to do, and then do it for the people around you with love. That is the abundant life, dear girl, no matter where in the world you live." Katie

I want to love You with all my heart, soul, strength and mind. I want to be more in love with You than I've ever been in love with anyone or anything. What did that poem say? 'All that I have I bring. All that I am I give. Smile thou, and I shall sing but shall not question much.

The key is for you to discover what you love to do, what you were created to do, and then do it for the people around you with love. That is the abundant life, dear girl, no matter where in the world you live.

Sistine, I sincerely wish to fuck you.

Oh love how can we not be together?' Romeo cried. "Without the sight of you every day, the smell, the taste of you, I would wither away. My blood would turn to powder in my veins. And you? Have you not found in me a mirror for your soul? When you look at me, when we speak, touch, do you not see who you really are? I dare you to deny that in my presence you love yourself better. I know this is true, for I love myself better in yours.

My books happen. They tend to blast in from nowhere, seize me by the throat, and howl 'Write me! Write me now!' But they rarely stand still long enough for me to see what and who they are, before they hurtle away again. And so I spend a lot of time running after them, like a thrown rider after an escaped horse, saying 'Wait for me! Wait for me!' and waving my notebook in the air.

America is going fascist, and it's doing so with the help of religious zealots whose real passion is for the politics of privilege, not the radically disturbing presence of Jesus. This will sound alarmist to some, but the truth is that no country ever thinks it is going fascist until it wakes up one day to that indisputable reality. Then the people will say, "How did this happen?" And the answer is "one day at a time, and with the blessing of the church.

Cuando uno no ama nada, y vive aun así, eso es amor.

his get up and go had gone up and went

the purpose of life is the life of purpose

I got a guitar when I was about 14, for a Christmas present, and went from there.

Full Disclosure: I hate David with the passion of a thousand fiery suns all going to supernova at the same time