Quotes About Passion

You're not sick you're just in love.

Love of books is the best of all.

Love is a burning thing and it makes a firey ring.

Romance is the icing but love is the cake.

Italians love sun, sin, and spaghetti.

I think there are lovely sunsets in hell—and that's where my desire for you is sending me

There's the foolish green puppy love that we start out with, then at some later time there's the common-sense, lukewarm sense of caring that keeps a husband and a wife together.  Somewhere in between, there's that deep love that comes once in a lifetime

There are four questions of value in life... What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.

Am I a romantic? I've seen 'Wuthering Heights' ten times. I'm a romantic.

When I see someone who just follows their dream and succeeds, and just does basically what they want to do and doesn't have to answer to anyone, obviously not harming anyone, that's great.

Am I a romantic? I've seen "Wuthering Heights" ten times. I'm a romantic.

I think there are a lot of people who really want to be famous, they really do. I don't. It sort of gets in the way of the everyday things that I do.

Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice,Warmer than a summer night.The clouds were like an alabaster palace,Rising to a snowy height.Each star its own aurora borealis,Suddenly you held me tight.I could see the midnight sun.

To be motivated to write a novel, I need to be unable not to write.

My work's never been accepted by my family, but it's something I'll always carry on with.

I started playing ukulele first for 2 years from age 9 to 11 and got my first guitar and got inspired by blues I heard on the radio that turned me on and I started learning myself.

The round of a passionate man?s life is in contracting debts in his passion which his virtue obliges him to pay. He spends his time in outrage and acknowledgment, injury and reparation.

Finish-the-fucking-story". "Music!

the ability to earn a living by doing the thing one loves must be one of life's greatest gifts.

There is a great consolation in simply doing something you love.

Live boldly. Push yourself. Don't settle. Just live well. Just live.

I wanted to live as Edouard did, joyfully, sucking the marrow out of every moment and singing because it tasted so good.

He dropped his head and kissed her. He kisses her and it was a kiss of utter certainty, the kind of kiss during which monarchs die and whole continents fall without your even noticing.

He kissed her, and knew he was trying to tell her the depth of how he felt. Even as he lost himself in her, felt her hair sweep across his face, his chest, her lips meet his skin, her fingers, he understood that there were people for whom one other was their missing part.