Quotes About Passion

Reading brought on a desire to write, and writing brought on a desire to read.

I tend toward an expansive sentence that has a cold surface and, visible underneath it, a magma of unbearable heat. I want readers to know from the first lines what they will have to deal with.

Czu?am si? jak postrzelona wariatka, ale podoba?o mi si? to. Jaka? cz??? mnie zm?czy?a si? odgrywaniem osoby rozs?dnej.

For me true writing is that: not an elegant, studied gesture but a convulsive act.

Tu corazón va más deprisa que el vals.

El poema debe ser vivencia. Si no es carne y sangre y huesos de uno mismo, no creo que valga la pena. Claro que se puede elaborar intelectualmente un poema, pero ya no es un poema. –¿Qué es? –Una construcción mental. Pero el poema debe ser pasión, inteligencia. Creo yo que es la manera de pensar pero con el corazón, vivir, pues. No puede hacer uno de la vida una cosa consciente sólo para escribir.

El fuego arde en las entrañas de Leonora, nunca ha experimentado algo semejante: -¿Es esto el amor? Max le responde que el amor nace del deseo por alguien y que Nietzsche dijo: -<> -¿Y qué pasa si descubrimos su imperfección? -Viene el desamor.

Por primera vez a lo largo de estos cuatro largos años, siento que no estás lejos, estoy llena de ti, es decir de pintura.

She can't even think anymore, she prefers to sing.

Strictly speaking, there are no holidays for art; art pursues you everywhere, and that's just fine with the artist.

Das Schreiben ist kein Genuss. Es ist das Quälende. Etwas, was man tut, wie Kotzen. Man muss es tun, obwohl man es eigentlich nicht will.

V?i tâm tr?ng h? h?i, Erika nói suy cho cùng b?n ch?t c?a tình yêu c?ng chính là c?c ?i?m c?a s? t?m th??ng.

Samo te smrt može sprije?iti da se posvetiš umjetnosti.

Porok je u na?elu uvijek ljubav prema neuspjehu.

The Man's rage is huge. Moil and toil and turmoil, he's coming to the boil, time to cool the heat with a jet of foam. He wants the woman to take off her clothes right away. So that she measures up to his size. He wants to conduct his lightning into her. Not that his wildfire could ever be tamed by her, and anyway he has plenty of matches. To create himself anew, as often as need be.

Ah, lust! How one would like to make it the cornerstone of self! But I wouldn't go ahead and build on it if I were you.

Love points the way. Desire is its ignorant advisor.

I was the hero of the young insurgent working class art movement.

how could I, fool that I am, go on sitting in my office, or here at home, instead of leaping onto a train with my eyes shut and opening them only when I am with you?

I cannot become modest; too many things burn in me; the old solutions are falling apart; nothing has been done yet with the new ones. So I begin, everywhere at once, as if I had a century ahead of me.

Write only if you cannot live without writing. Write only what you alone can write.

like his whole organic being aspired to be a French cruller.

In a corner, a girl was staring at a stack of flash cards with incredible ferocity, as if she were going to eat them.

Yes: understanding the point of sex felt just like understanding the point of Shakespeare. And weren't the two related?