Quotes About Passion

To make delicious moanUpon the midnight hours.

Love is my religion — I could die for it.

This living hand, now warm and capableOf earnest grasping, would, if it were coldAnd in the icy silence of the tomb,So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nightsThat thou would wish thine own heart dry of bloodSo in my veins red life might stream again,And thou be conscience-calm'd—see here it is—I hold it towards you.

With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.

Bards of Passion and of Mirth,Ye have left your souls on earth!Have ye souls in heaven too,Double-lived in regions new?

She looked at me as she did love,And made sweet moan.

Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion-- I have shuddered at it, I shudder no more. I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet.

My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.

Let him have his dreams and believe in love and romance. Suppose we all do deep down if we thought about being honest.

The rush is there and my body tingles. Sounds funny but it's true. It's better than shafting a bird. Better than speeding. Mark's head is a mess but the bleeding has stopped. My knuckles are bruised and Rod's eyes have gone a bit mental looking. We join the crush trying to get into the ground and we can hear the constant chant of CHELSEA. This is what life's all about. Tottenham away. Love it.

fensiveness n. A knee-jerk territorial reaction when a friend displays a casual interest in one of your obsessions.

yu yi the longing to feel things intensely again.

Not so long ago, to be sad meant you were filled to the brim with some intensity of experience.

I love sailboats. No other man-made object blends design, craftsmanship, passion, and pure optimism the way a sailboat does. With a good sailboat, anything is possible.

and even had sex once or twice. Death and sex—close companions.

One night I was layin' down, I heard Papa talkin' to Mama, I heard Papa say to let that boy boogie-woogie. 'Cause it's in him and it's got to come out.

Well, Jeff Buckley for me is one of the greatest singers I've ever heard. And the reason why is he has an amazing range, amazing emotional power in his voice. And the music he put around it also just had this passion and this soul to it and this spirit to it that very few artists have, and he passed at a very young age.

Damn, I love you, but this is crazy, I have to fight you almost daily, We break up so fast, And we, we make up so passionately, Why can't we just trust each? You can't hate me and be my lover, Passion ends, and pains begins, I come back...

There's something in your heart And it's in your eyes It's the fire, inside you Let it burn You don't say, "Good luck" You say, "Don't give up" It's the fire, inside you Let it burn

Everything is clearer when you're in love.

If being an egomaniac means I believe in what I do and in my art or music, then in that respect you can call me that... I believe in what I do, and I'll say it.

If being an egomaniac means I believe in what I do and in my art or music, then in that respect you can call me that... I believe in what I do, and I'll say it.

When I was your age, art was a lonely thing: no galleries, no collecting, no critics, no money. We didn't have mentors. We didn't have parents. We were alone. But it was a great time, because we had nothing to lose and a vision to gain.