Quotes About Passion

She is involved in work her soul must have.

She say, Nothing but death can keep me from it. She never write.

My heart must be young and fresh though, it feel like it blooming blood.

You are wilder than you know.

I devour books the way gluttons gobble their food.

From love's plectrum arises the song of the string of life Love is the light of life love is the fire of life

This was her version of sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll—dating a chalk artist, and teaching school.

Who'll come lie down in the dark with me Belly to belly and knee to knee Who'll look into my hooded eye Who'll lie down under my darkened thigh?

Shit, Violence, bullets in the brain Unavailing. We're in too deep to pull out. Waiting for an orgasm, Mr. Baldwin? Yes, waiting for an orgasm that's all.

that blue flame burnning? Industry!

First word … best word.

None of us understand what we're doing, but we do beautiful things anyway.

but I will die only for poetry, that will save the world

I don't do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision. —  Allen Ginsberg, The Book of Martyrdom and Artifice: First Journals and Poems: 1937-1952 . (Da Capo Press; 1st Da Capo Press Ed edition November 1, 2006)

He took a deep breath, as if he were taking the air from my own lungs and swallowing it for himself.

Without the fingerprint of the heart, it would only be sound... not music.

But you never feel things so deeply—so strongly—as you do in high school. You

He had power only to feel, and feeling was torment.

The fever of battle burned hot in its heart; its brain was intoxicated with the wine of strife.

Patriotism is fierce as a fever, pitiless as the grave and blind as a stone.

ZEAL, n. A certain nervous disorder afflicting the young and inexperienced. A passion that goeth before a sprawl.

ARDOR, n. The quality that distinguishes love without knowledge.

As it was, they had never even managed a successful first date before their romance had gone the way of Romeo and Juliet's -- except that Romeo and Juliet didn't wake up the next day, leave the crypt and say, Now what?

It is a cruel thing to do, to cage such a beautiful, passionate animal as if it was only a dumb beast, but humans do so all too often. They even cage themselves, though their bars are made of society, not of steel.