Quotes About Passion

For a while, I was all sports all the time. Then, as I started to get into theater, they dropped away, but I hung on tight with a highly competitive Ultimate Frisbee team. It was probably less intense than I remember, but it was fun.

Slayer has always been about the sound. We have to sound good. It has to be tight.

I started out real young as a tight end, but I was never getting the football. I knew when I played basketball, I loved to have control of the ball. When I played baseball, I was a pitcher. I always wanted to be the guy throwing the passes and making a difference, I guess.

I think you've gotta be smart enough to be competent, but you've gotta be crazy enough to go out there and just let it all happen. I mean, you can rehearse and still not be musical, be tight and not be musical; we all hated that.

When we do, when we're playing physical and we're playing tight, playing with emotion, we play well.

My heart gets tight and it's almost like my soul gets congested if I'm not making music.

Meg reached out to Erik before he could turn away. "Are you...?" He didn't let her finish. Instead he reached inside the carriage and placed his hand tenderly behind her neck drawing her to his face. He placed hi lips softly, yet passionately on her. Hardly had he withdrawn from hers then he whispered, "Forgive me, Meg. Forgive me for wanting...?" "Ssshhh. You're here. I'm here." She raised her handkerchief and wiped the lone tear that had escaped his mask.

Amor es gozar mucho y llorar luego mucho más.

Fun is not a form of entertainment, it's an integral part of being good at what you do at work. —Daniel H. Pink, Free Agent Nation, 2002

I was in love with loving.

He that is jealous is not in love.

What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels.

A man who works with his hands is a labourer. A man who works with his hands and his head is a craftsman. A man who works with his haands, his head, and his heart is an artist.

Almost the whole life of religious bodies lies in the maintenance of their first fervor.

Love knows nothing of order.

Each man carries within him the soul of a poet who died young.

What is my motivation?

Am I the reason you breathe Or am I the reason you cry?

In different ways each of us has a calling, is being summoned, to put our talents, passion, and insights into planetary well-being. Ecology is not an extracurricular activity; rather, it must be the focus of one's work, the central hours of one's day, however that is spent.

ubi intenderis ingenium valet; si libido possidet, ea dominatur, animus nihil valet.

An eternally favorite deadly sin, lust fascinates through experience: our appetites and passions of sight, sound, taste, touch, and scent. We anticipate what it might be like to fulfill a craving, and that anticipation pulls us closer. As early as the sixth century AD, lust emerged as public enemy number one for Christians. And not without reason. Overcoming desire is no easy task. Buddhism presents the overcoming of desire as an ideal.

My attitude is always one of sensuality, aggressive enthusiasm and a kind of outrageousness in my expression.

The angrier the man, the more desperate his love.

A pinch of jealousy thickens the broth. —Venus's Love Notes