Quotes About Passion

Baz? insanlar aÅŸk? kalplerinde,baz?lar?ysa bütün benliklerinde hissederler...

obviously coveted.

My insides still turn over when he looks at me that certain way.

Love and other indoor sports

I think people who are creative are the luckiest people on earth. I know that there are no shortcuts, but you must keep your faith in something Greater than You, and keep doing what you love. Do what you love, and you will find the way to get it out to the world.

The atmosphere's warm and fervid. The scent of it wafts up in dense waves... sweat laced with perfume like smoke from an oven of burning human lusts.

understanding the conflict of reason and emotion within ourselves

What we really want to do is what we are really meant to do. When we do what we are meant to do, money comes to us, doors open for us, we feel useful, and the work we do feels like play to us.

I believe that what we want to write wants to be written

as we are creative beings, our lives become our work of art.

all you need is to know what you want, and to want it badly enough so that it will stay in your thoughts.

but you will get rich most satisfactorily if you do that which you WANT to do. Doing what you want to do is life, and there is no real satisfaction in living if we are compelled to be forever doing something which we do not like to do

There things are well enough, but all you need is to know what you want, and to want it badly enough so that it will stay in your thoughts.

In my early 20s, I studied history and politics, and I really thought that perhaps I would devote my life to that.

He used to tell me, 'Do what you like to do. It'll probably turn out to be what you do best.

What ever happened to the passion we all had to improve ourselves, live up to our potential, leave a mark on the world? Our hottest arguments were always about how we could contribute. We did not care about the rewards. We were young and earnest.

A writer is an organism that will go on writing even after its heart has been cut out.

It happens that I despise that locution, "having sex," which describes something a good deal more mechanical than making love and a good deal less fun than fucking.

Do what you like to do. It'll probably turn out to be what you do best.

I was pondering the vanity of human wishes and the desperation of human hope, the tooth of time, the vulnerability of good and the unseen omnipresence of evil, and the frailty and passion of life.

In all honesty, what I believe is neither inspirational nor evangelical. Passionate faith I am suspicious of because it hangs witches and burns heretics, and generally I am more in sympathy with the witches and heretics than with the sectarians who hang and burn them. I fear immoderate zeal, Christian, Muslim, Communist, or whatever, because it restricts the range of human understanding and the wise reconciliation of human differences, and creates an orthodoxy with a sword in its hand.

In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.

Next to love is the desire for love.

If sex were all, then every trembling hand Could make us squeak, like dolls, the wished-for words.