Quotes About Passion

A great imperative imparts a wonderful impulse to the spirit.

the inadvertent by-product of the nobles' passionate pursuit of war.

Everything took on the color of blood.

passion for Sybil, wife of a lord of Lorraine, Enguerrand

His one essay in love had exhausted his powers in that direction.

If men could learn from history, what lessons it might teach us!" lamented Samuel Coleridge. "But passion and party blind our eyes, and the light which experience gives us is a lantern on the stern which shines only on the waves behind us.

If you want a dull life, don't marry a redhead.

Inspiration, on the other hand, is a call to creative action. We act because we want to, not because we have to.

Qué es una persona sin sentimientos? Si no hay amor ni odio, ni celos ni toda la gama de emociones que configuran la existencia humana, lo único que queda es un cascaron vacío

I've been called many names like perfectionist, difficult and obsessive. I think it takes obsession, takes searching for the details for any artist to be good.

You have got to discover you, what you do, and trust it.

What is exciting is not for one person to be stronger than the other... but for two people to have met their match and yet they are equally as stubborn, as obstinate, as passionate, as crazy as the other.

I believe in love and lust and sex and romance. I don't want everything to add up to some perfect equation. I want mess and chaos. I want someone to go crazy out of his mind for me. I want to feel passion and heat and sweat and madness. I want valenties and cupids and all of that crap. I WANT IT ALL

You've got to discover you, what you do, and trust it.

Writing is a kind of centering, a kind of meditation. I find it to be profoundly rewarding. Actually, I'm an addict. If I go too long, and so far that hasn't been longer than a week, I start to feel unsettled, nervous. I begin to feel that I'm not engaged, a disconnection is threatening my world, that I'm being passed by and I'm both failing myself and the world by not writing about it.

My path is deeply littered with favorite poems.

In these unquenchable desires we feel The thirsty future's dominant appeal; And through the fire of our impassioned dust A thousand ancestors their loves reveal.

But they who drink the Muse's breath Pay for the draught with many tears-- Their destiny until their death To seek her shadow down the years.

Deep Love is slow of speech and void of art; Silence and timid tears reveal his heart. But shallow Love is ever eloquent To mouth his meagre passion -- and depart.

Give me to drink the poison of thy breast-- Dark cruel wine from grapes of passion pressed-- Till I am drunk beyond delirium's dream In that dim utter deep where men may rest.

Oh, kill me with thy kisses! Drain me dry Of pain and life, nor leave me breath to sigh; Yea, feed my spirit, starving at thy lips, Thy sweet perfidious poison ere I die!

It is an abnormal thing to want to be an artist, to practice an art. It is comparatively normal to practice an interpretative art. But to actually make things up is not something that, well, usually runs in families or is the recommendation of a career master.

It's easy, after all, not to be a writer. Most people aren't writers, and very little harm comes to them.

the whisperings from the heart are always authentic and singular in their focus. The heart knows what it wants. The