Quotes About Passion

You give your best because that's the only way to enjoy your work.

Thy kingdom come.' The Father is a King and has a kingdom. The son and heir of a king has no higher ambition than the glory of his father's kingdom. In time of war or danger this becomes his passion; he can think of nothing else. The children of the Father are here in the enemy's territory, where the kingdom, which is in heaven, is not yet fully manifested. What more natural than that, when they learn to hallow the Father-name, they should long and cry with deep enthusiasm: `Thy kingdom come.

the time when any couple has found its balance, and passion has quieted from its early scream, but gratitude is still abundant; what no one realizes are the golden years.

You write what you are compelled to.

Who on earth would not long to be fought for? Is this not the very heart of human existence, to be worth fighting for, worth losing everything for?

What Frank wrote: It's a summer day, and I want to be wanted more than anything in the world.

Surely words are just the background music when passion pounces on a soul.

We have no heart at seventeen. We think we do; we think we have been cursed with a holy, bloated thing that twitches at the name we adore, but it is not a heart because though it will forfeit anything in the world-the mind, the body, the future, even the last lonely hour it has-it will not sacrifice itself.

He kisses — how do I explain it? Like someone in love. Like he has nothing to lose. Like someone who has just learned a foreign language and can use only the present tense and only the second person. Only now, only you. There are some men that have never been kissed like that there are some men who discover after Arthur Less, that they never will be again.

They might have done, many of them. So many people will do. But once you've actually been in love, you can't live with "will do"; it's worse than living with yourself.

They might have done, many of them. So many people will do. But once you've actually been in love, you can't live with will do; it's worse than living with yourself.

No one has ever been hopelessly in love with me. No, Carlos says. You always gave them hope, didn't you?

But once you've actually been in love, you can't live with "will do"; it's worse than living with yourself.

It's a summer day, and I want to be wanted more than anything in the world.

He kisses -- how do I explain it? Like someone in love. Like he has nothing to lose. Like someone who has just learned a foreign language and can only use the present tense and only the second person. Only now, only you

I told her that what was most important to me was not whether she loved a man or a woman, but that she loved and was loved well—that she experience passion, and the wonderful surprise of finding that someone feels about you as strongly as you do about them, lucky and full-hearted.

To want to kill yourself, however, requires a whole extra level of passion and a certain directed violence.

The whole world is a charnel house. We always make love on corpses.

Really, I think one's art goes only as far and as deep as your love goes

writing fire and watching the syllables burn

Dark be not dark but some other desire

Great idea!' I say. 'Let's load

I like a man who takes his violence seriously.

I never wanted to be a painter; I wanted to be a tap dancer.