Quotes About Passion

Después compre solfeos y un frac, y por favor no cante por la nariz y deje en paz a Schumann.

Lo que mucha gente llama amar consiste en elegir a una mujer y casarse con ella. La eligen, te lo juro, los he visto. Como si se pudiese elegir en el amor, como si no fuera un rayo que te parte los huesos y te deja estaqueado en la mitad del patio.

Estúpido —dice Talita besándolo en la oreja—. Esto no va a durar siempre, no va a durar siempre... Esto no debería durar ni un minuto más.

Lo que mucha gente llama amar consiste en elegir a una mujer y casarse con ella. La eligen, te lo juro, los he visto. Como si se pudiera elegir en el amor, como si no fuera un rayo que te parte los huesos y te deja estaqueado en la mitad del patio.

Música, melancólico alimento del alma para los que vivimos de amor.

Como si se pudiese elegir en el amor, como si no fuera un rayo que te parte los huesos y te deja estanqueado en la mitad del patio.

Come sleep with me: We won't make Love, Love will make us.

Lo que mucha gente llama amar consiste en elegir una mujer y casarse con ella. La eligen, te lo juro, los he visto. Como si se pudiera elegir en el amor, como si no fuera un rayo que te parte los huesos y te deja estaqueado en la mitad del patio. Vos dirás que la eligen porque-la-aman, yo creo que es al vesre. A Beatriz no se la elige, a Julieta no se la elige. Vos no elegís la lluvia que te va a calar hasta los huesos cuando salís de un concierto.

Música! Melancólico alimento para los que vivimos de amor.

Come sleep with me: We won't make Love,Love will make us.

Creo que todos tenemos un poco de esa bella locura que nos mantiene andando cuando todo alrededor es tan insanamente cuerdo.

I used to play football for Real Madrid, and to be on stage for two hours, I can tell you it takes the same amount of strength.

Pasé muchos años en Europa, durante los cuales mi pasión musical creció, se diversificó, se afinó, hasta que finalmente, si no se extinguió, alcanzó una moderada quietud, a medio camino entre el deber y el aburrimiento. Probablemente ése sea el destino de todas las pasiones.

And from the first time I picked up a basketball at age eight - I had a lot of difficulty when I first picked up a basketball, because I was a scrub - there were things that I liked about it.

I liked the game, I enjoyed the game, and the game fed me enough, and gave me enough rewards to reinforce that this is something that I should spend time doing, and that I could possibly make a priority in my life, versus other sports.

One of the things in the back of my mind is that, after my sports experience, I never want to be, totally consumed by any one endeavor, other than my family life.

We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout.

One morning, about four o'clock, I was driving my car just about as fast as I could. I thought, Why am I out this time of night? I was miserable, and it came to me: I'm falling in love with somebody I have no right to fall in love with.

One morning, about four o'clock, I was driving my car just about as fast as I could. I thought, 'Why am I out on the highway this time of night?' I was miserable, and it all came to me: 'I'm falling in love with somebody I have no right to fall in love with. I can't fall in love with this man, but it's just like a ring of fire.

There is a holy, mistaken zeal in politics, as well as in religion. By persuading others, we convince ourselves.

I just want to work forever. I absolutely love what I'm doing. I learn all the time from all these amazing artists.

Do you remember? When the fights seemed to go on and on, and always ended with us in bed, tearing at each other like maybe that could change everything. In a couple of months you'd be seeing somebody else and I would too; she was no darker than you but she washed her panties in the shower and had hair like a sea of little punos and the first time you saw us, you turned around and boarded a bus I knew you didn't have to take. When my girl said, Who was that? I said, Just some girl.

I certainly couldn't have survived my childhood without books. All that deprivation and pain--abuse, broken home, a runaway sister, a brother with cancer--the books allowed me to withstand. They sustained me. I read still, prolifically, with great passion, but never like I read in those days: in those days it was life or death.

I felt like summer had taken me over.