Quotes About Passion

He had no failings which were not owing to a noble cause to an ardent, generous, perhaps an immoderate passion for fame a passion which is the instinct of all great souls.

They never will love where they ought to love, who do not hate where they ought to hate.

The Vestal, with her silvery content, ?The Lesbian, with the passion and the pain,— Which creature hath their one Creator lent ?More light of heaven? Who would dare restrain The beams of either? who the radiance mar Of the white planet or the burning star?

Mr Philpotts was a chemistry master whose principal characteristic lay in a sort of unfocused vehemence

Nobody climbs mountains for scientific reasons. Science is used to raise money for the expeditions, but you really climb for the hell of it.

All for love, and nothing for reward.

For me a current lover has always been like whatever current book I'm writing - an obsessive project orienting all my thoughts.

If I could only remember that the days were not bricks to be laid row on row, to be built into a solid house, where one might dwell in safety and peace, but only food for the fires of the heart, the fires which keep the poet alive as the citizen never lives, but which burn all the roofs of security!

EDNA BUCHANAN

Life can't defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer's lover until death.

Life can't ever really defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer's lover until death — fascinating, cruel, lavish, warm, cold, treacherous, constant.

Many earnest young writers with a flow of adjectives and a passion for detail have attempted to describe the quiet of a great city at night, when a few million people within it are sleeping, or ought to be. They work in the clang of a distant owl car, and the roar of an occasional "L" train, and the hollow echo of the footsteps of the late passer-by. They go elaborately into description, and are strong on the brooding hush, but the thing has never been done satisfactorily.

I think that in order to write really well and convincingly, one must be somewhat poisoned by emotion. Dislike, displeasure, resentment, fault-finding, imagination, passionate remonstrance, a sense of injustice--they all make fine fuel.

Leslie reads too much

Oh, love, what an unreasoning creature it grew to be.

Life is a quest and love a quarrel

Music, my rampart and my only one.

I do not think there is a woman in whom the roots of passion shoot deeper than in me.

The undercurrent of my every thought: To seek you, find you, have you for my own.

But far, oh, far as passionate eye can reach, And long, ah, long as rapturous eye can cling, The world is mine: blue hill, still silver lake, Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road A gateless garden, and an open path: My feet to follow, and my heart to hold.

I felt his gaze, I heard his moan, And knew his hunger as my own.

Into each dance must be packed the panic and ecstasy of her last moment of life, for underneath was death.

Give back my book and take my kiss instead.

You see, I am a poet, and not quite right in the head, darling. It's only that.