Quotes About Passion

He is in love with you. I read the fucking letters. And you love him. Damn you! Damn you to hell, Elysse!" he roared, towering over the foot of the bed. "You are supposed to love me!" -Alexis de Warenne

the first thing you learn about desire is that it does not wear down with time. there comes a time when you can no longer get your pleasure but the desire stays with you— a dampish kind of feeling beneath the armpits at the back of the tongue. — Brenda Marie Osbey, from "Desire and Private Griefs" All Saints (Louisiana State University Press, 1997)

You ever want me to show you what it's like to have a man in your bed, you know where to find me.

some small part of her had reacted to the passion inside him. Despite his role as a titled gentleman, there seemed to be a facet inside him that society could not tame, something stimulating yet dangerous, like standing at the edge of a cliff and feeling the mysterious, subtle pull to jump.

I might die, Quinn, but my love for you never will.

he was going to crash and burn, he might as well make it one hell of a conflagration.

Their union was heaven--and it was hell.

I've always believed you can't predict love. You can't qualify or quantify it. Can't dissect it. Love hits you like a truck or the flu, coming up from out of nowhere to knock you to your knees. Love burns you up alive.

Would I dance with you? Both forever and rather die. / It would be like dying, yes. Yes I would.

We have come to think that duty should come first. I disagree. Duty should be a by-product. Writing, the creative effort, the use of the imagination, should come first – at least, for some part of every day of your life. It is a wonderful blessing if you use it. You will become happier, more enlightened, alive, impassioned, light-hearted and generous to everybody else. Even your health will improve. Colds will disappear and all the other ailments of discouragement and boredom.

There is that American pastime known as "kidding" - with the result that everyone is ashamed and hangdog about showing the slightest enthusiasm or passion or sincere feeling about anything.

no writing is a waste of time--no creative work where the feelings, the imagination, the intelligence must work.

Enthusiasm! this is the sign that the creative fountain is in you. "Enthusiasm is the All in All," said Blake. I must tell you this often.]

But here is an important thing: you must practice not perfunctorily, but with all your intelligence and love,

Now Blake thought that this creative power should be kept alive in all people for all of their lives. And so do I. Why? Because it is life itself. It is the Spirit. In fact it is the only important thing about us. The rest of us is legs and stomach, materialistic cravings and fears.

I want to assure you with all earnestness that no writing is a waste of time—no creative work where the feelings, the imagination, the intelligence must work.

Inspirations never go in for long engagements; they demand immediate marriage to action.

We are born makers. We move what we're learning from our heads to our hearts through our hands.

I have been seized by the power of a great affection.

The engaged mind, illuminated by truth, awakens awareness; the engaged heart, affected by love, awakens passion. May I say once more - this essential energy of the soul is not an ecstatic trance, high emotion or a sanguine stance toward life: It is a fierce longing for God, an unyielding resolve to live in and out of our belovedness. - pg. 152

But in the one blinding moment of salvific truth, it was real knowledge calling for personal engagement of my mind and heart. Christianity was no longer simply a moral code but a love affair, the thrill, the excitement, the incredible, passionate joy of being loved and falling in love with Jesus Christ.

We have so theologized the passion and death of this sacred man that we no longer see the slow unraveling of His tissue, the spread of gangrene, His raging thirst.

The great divorce between my head and my heart endured throughout my ministry. For eighteen years I proclaimed the good news of God's passionate, unconditional love—utterly convicted in my head but not feeling it in my heart. I never felt loved.

The recovery of passion starts with reappraising the value of the treasure, continues with letting the Great Rabbi hold us against His heart, and comes to fruition in a personal transformation of which we will not even be aware.