Quotes About Passion

In the United States at the end of the twentieth century, the greatest luxury is to live a life in which the work that one does to earn a living, and what one has the appetite to make, coincide--by a kind of grace are the same, one.

What once was apprehended in passion survives as opinion.

After about a year, though, he concluded that the amount of time he was spending practicing the accordion was impinging on his chess studies. "I did fairly well on it for a while," Bobby said, looking back, "but chess had more attraction and the accordion was pushed aside.

Books are personal, passionate. They stir emotions and spark thought in a manner all their own, and I'm convinced that the shattered world has less hope for repair if reading becomes an ever smaller part of it.

Books are personal, passionate. They stir emotions and spark thoughts in a manner all their own, and I'm convinced that the shattered world has less hope for repair if reading becomes an ever smaller part of it.

Books are personal, passionate. They stir emotions and spark thoughts in a manner all their own, and I;m convinced that the shattered world has less hope for repair if reading becomes and even smaller part of it.

I'd write ya spicy songs to slither out of your throat like barracudas.

Making art is an act of love and making love to the world.

I grew up in a household where everybody lived at the top of his lungs.

A great architect is not made by way of a brain nearly so much as he is made by way of a cultivated, enriched heart.

Sing your song. Dance your dance. Tell your tale.

Shakespeare is like mashed potatoes, you can never get enough of him.

I'm a comic book artist. So I think to myself, what do I like to draw? I like to draw hot chicks, fast cars and cool guys in trench coats. So that's what I write about.

Worth dying for. Worth killing for. Worth going to hell for.Amen.

Her avarice had grown to be her one dominant passion; her love of money for the money's sake brooded in her heart, driving out by degrees every other natural affection.

Too many poets act like a middle-aged mother trying to get her kids to eat too much cooked meat, and potatoes with drippings (tears). I don't give a damn whether they eat or not. Forced feeding leads to excessive thinness (effete). Nobody should experience anything they don't need to, if they don't need poetry bully for them. I like the movies too. And after all, only Whitman and Crane and Williams, of the American poets, are better than the movies.

I loved her fright, which was against me into the air! and the diamond white of her forelock which seemed to smart with thoughts as my heart smarted with life! and she'd toss her head with the pain and paw the air and champ the bit, as if I were Endymion and she, moon-like, hated to love me.

your veins are using up the redness of the world.

You are the sick prince of my cerise innovations and in your drowning caresses I walk the sea

oh god it's so wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes and love you so much

The winds will wash you out your hair, my dears. Passions will become turrets, to you.

It's a summer day, and I want to be wanted more than anything else in the world.

The theological battles of the 1920s and 1930s shaped Dad in the same way that political battles would shape the Vietnam generation in the 1960s. Passions forged in those battles became part of a personal identity that was difficult for people who did not share the passionate and polarizing experiences to understand. When

For nobody else, gave me thrill-with all your faults, I love you still. It had to be you, wonderful you, it had to be you.