Quotes About Passion

What a blessing it is to love books. Everybody must love something, and I know of no objects of love that give such substantial and unfailing returns as books and a garden.

Love shouldn't be safe

It is possible there are some things you want so badly that you will change your life to make them happen.

Have you ever loved anything?" "Yes. Yes. All the wrong things. The hunt, and darkness, and winter, and you, Godmother.

Have you ever loved anything?" Yes. Yes. All the wrong things. The hunt, and darkness, and winter, and you, Godmother.

extremes of affection only to be seen when the mind's a heart.

My imagination, my ability to understand the way love and people grow over time, how passion can surprise and renew, utterly failed me.

I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on.

if you feel everything intensely, ultimately you feel nothing at all.

He said little about his dream but he nourished it in his heart as the best place for a dream to grow.

I sing like I feel.

Just don't give up trying to do what you really want to do. Where there is love and inspiration, I don't think you can go wrong.

The only thing better than singing is more singing.

Just don't give up trying to do what you really want to do. Where there's love and inspiration, I don't think you can go wrong.

Where there is love and inspiration, I don't think you can go wrong.

I write with my foot.

You may choose your words like a connoisseur, And polish it up with art, But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays, Is the word that comes from the heart.

It has ever been since time began, and ever will be, till time lose breath, that love is a mood - no more - to man, and love to a woman is life or death.

Thank God, I say, for while I love you so, With that vast love, as passionate as tender, I feel an exultation as I know I have not made you a complete surrender. Here is my body; bruise it, if you will, And break my heart; I have that something still. You cannot grasp it

To know for an hour you were mine completely -- Mine in body and soul, my own -- I would bear unending tortures sweetly, With not a murmur and not a moan. A lighter sin or a lesser error Might change through hope or fear divine; But there is no fear, and hell has no terror, To change or alter a love like mine.

I love your lips when they're wet with wine and red with wicked desire

With care, and skill, and cunning art, She parried Time's malicious dart, And kept the years at bay, Till passion entered in her heart and aged her in a day!

I would kneel by the bank, in the grasses dank, And drink you, drink you, drink you. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox, from "If," Picked Poems . (Chicago: W. B. Conkey Company, 1912)

You're my heart and soul.