Quotes About Passion

Talent. I don't have talent. I have willingness.

I have been troubled to witness how divisive making any reference to the end times has come to be among some sincere believers and leaders who deeply love God and one another. Oh, how I long to see the body of Christ come together in unity, to see them fast and pray for an awakening in the midst of the present crisis that is growing in the nations! Our passion and our unifying factor are the Lord Jesus crucified, raised on the third day, and ascended into heaven, who one day will return.

If you're bored with life, if you don't get up every morning with a burning desire to do things, you don't have enough goals.

What we play is life.

Man, if you have to ask what it [jazz] is, you'll never know.

What is Jazz? Dude, if you have to ask, you'll never know.

Give me a kiss to build a dream on, and my imagination will thrive upon that kiss. Kisses for Mr. Castle - The Hersey Kiss Story

He gets into the habit of thinking so passionately at night that he begins to be persecuted by insomnia.

every man needs an obsessio in order to enjoy life, and it was so much the better if that obsession was constructive.

Love is a kind of dementia with very precise and oft-repeated clinical symptoms.

Me? I'm not lazy, I'm just passionate about leisure.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

Love is what is left when the passion has gone

every man needs an obsession in order to enjoy life, and it was so much the better if that obsession was constructive.

Love delayed is lust augmented.

You will see many women, and often you will think yourself in love, but temper passion with wisdom, my

She was glad she really loved stories. Suddenly she made a face. "Oh, yuck!" she said. "What is it?" asked Mrs. Jewls. "What if I really love John, too?

Every few weeks she would shut herself up in her room, put on her scribbling suit, and fall into a vortex, as she expressed it, writing away at her novel with all her heart and soul, for till that was finished she could find no peace.

She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain

the violin — that most human of all instruments…

He was the first, the only love her life, and in a nature like hers such passions take deep root and die-hard.

Her beauty satisfied [his] artistic eye, her peculiarities piqued his curiosity, her vivacity lightened his ennui, and her character interested him by the unconscious hints it gave of power, pride and passion. So entirely natural and unconventional was she that he soon found himself on a familiar footing, asking all manner of unusual questions, and receiving rather piquant replies.

When the writing fit came on, she gave herself up to it with entire abandon, and led a blissful life, unconscious of want, care, or bad weather, while she sat safe and happy in an imaginary world, full of friends almost as real and dear to her as any in the flesh.

and the most intense desire gave force to her passionate words as the girl glanced despairingly about the dreary room like a caged creature on the point of breaking loose.