Quotes About Passion

Si je dois mourir dans cette belle vie, je veux que ça soit fait par tes belles mains.

There are times when a man should sleep entwined in the warm flesh of a woman, his flanks plummeting into the perfumed bedding while she lovingly rolls her sweet shoulders into his chest. Whereas, there are times to be stoic and solitary—sleeping alone on a wooden board with twill sheets and splinters that scratch the skin.

A writer needs to ingest love to be passionate. Passion is a metabolite of love, and good writing is an active metabolite of passion.

Everything was brighter and more colorful in those years, as if my youth was ending in an explosion of unreal passion. Memories like these make my life sacred and holy.

My girl was mad and I loved her. Upon a night, she read my poetry; and kissing me madly she cried, 'You are a genius, my love!' To which I replied, 'My girl,' whispering, 'Every doctor in this land with a prescription pad is more of a genius than I.

Our eyes will know the heavens if our lips stay for each other.

Was I deranged? Maybe. Yet, is it not derangement that guides us to seek out those we want to love in this world?

All that I desire in life are three... A wilderness: A beach on the sun-drenched sea, A puff of opium, And thee.

Passionate attraction to someone of the opposite sex will make a hero or a fool of a novelist each time.

He was no god, he was just an artist; and when an artist is a man, he needs a woman to create like a god.

All that I ask out of life is that it be constant and unending euphoria. And so, I make love and I write.

I remember her body so miraculously Fumbling with me so delicately Fighting with me so passionately Exhausting us both so mercilessly Before sleeping beside me so languidly.

None of the great things in human life springs from the intellect; every one of them issues from the heart and its love.

There are three primal urges in human beings: food, sex, and rewriting some else's play.

The most successful person is the one who is most inspired. That is true in food and in life.

You hear people mention being in love. It's like a sickness I've never had.

The best I can explain this uncharacteristic outburst is that I had seen a coach go ballistic on TV, and the actor in me overtook the coach.

Live God LOUD!

Well, say, this beats croquet. There's more go about it!

Sometimes my feelings are so hot that I have to take to the pen and pour them out on paper to keep them from setting me afire inside: then all that ink and labor are wasted, because I can't print the result.

I look at my life today, the things I value most about myself—my imagination, my love of acting, my passion for writing, my love of learning, my curiosity—all come from how I was parented and taught. And none of these qualities that I've just mentioned—none of these qualities that I prize so deeply, that have brought me so much joy, that have brought me so much professional success—none of these qualities that make me who I am…can be tested.

It is one thing to rouse the passion of a people, and quite another to lead them.

Choose your words meticulously and then let them rumble up from some deep furnace of conviction.

The most valuable commodity in business today, if people would only recognize it, is enthusiasm