Quotes About Passion

I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.

O love, how did you get here? --from Nick and the Candlestick, written 29 October 1962

I hurl my heart to halt his pace. --from Pursuit, written 1956

I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between...I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don't ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?

Oh what a poet I will flay myself into.

I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood.

Secretly, in studies and attics and schoolrooms all over America, people must be writing.

I, love, I am the pure acetylene virgin attended by roses.

My life is a discipline, a prison: I live for my own work, without which I am nothing.

In the month of red leaves I climb to a bed of fire.

Love, love, I have hung our cave with roses.

I'm not sure why it is, but I love food more than just about anything else.

I'm so jealous I can't speak.

brave love, dream not of staunching such strict flame, but come, lean to my wound; burn on, burn on.

White Godiva, I unpeel -- Dead hands, dead stringencies.

I am so hungry for a big smashing creative burgeoning burdened love.

I craved him constantly, so deeply it was a physical ache

Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those.

I am not sure why, but I love food more than just about anything else.

Eternity bores me, I never wanted it.

If they substituted the word "Lust" for "Love" in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth. –

I would rather be a mediocre writer than a bad actress.

All my life I'd told myself studying and reading and writing and working like mad was what I wanted to do, and it actually seemed to be true

What love did then, love does now: Gnaws me through.