Quotes About Passion

JACKIE. I swear to God: Being in love with Veronica - it's like feeding your love to Godzilla every morning, and every morning you go "Yo, 'Zilla, these shits are very delicate so please chew softly", - and every morning - the motherfucker just goes crunch!

For Plato, the quickening of the heart that occurred when a person saw his or her loved one was just a step in the ascent to true love, which could happen only in the mind, after the lover comprehended what was eternally true and beautiful in the beloved. Platonic love existed beyond all the blood and heat contained in the heart. This split between passion and piety, between lust and love, would resonate throughout the Middle Ages and the Renaissance, and it continues up to the present day.

I think sex is better than logic, but I can't prove it.

What is it that makes a person insist passionately on the existence of metaphysical realities that can be neither demonstrated nor refuted? (176)

A brief life burns brightly.

Only write if you can't not.

Imagine a place where everyone chooses to bring energy, passion, and a positive attitude every day.

When we choose to love the work we do, we can catch our limit of happiness, meaning, and fulfillment every day.

To make a kung fu film is like a dream come true, because I'm a big fan of kung fu movies and I'm learning kung fu for a long time.

I may not agree with what you have to say but I will fight you to the death for the right to fight you to the death.

Flight is romance—not in the sense of sexual attraction, but as an experience that enriches life.

We work first because we have to work. Then because we want to work. Then because we love to work. Then the work simply does us. Difficult at the beginning. Inevitable at the end.

Edmund Morris. Beethoven: The Universal Composer. HarperCollins: New York, 2005

Barry Cooper. Beethoven. Oxford University Press: USA, 2008

Live only in your art," he wrote in his diary, "for you are so limited by your senses. This is nevertheless the only existence for you.

Kay R. Jamison. Touched with Fire. Free Press: New York, 1996

Each of us must find the form that allows this naming, this working through, and, finally, this mastery. We may find these forms in sports, in the arts, in finance, in academia, in relationship building, in child-rearing—or, indeed, in stamp collecting. But find them we must.

The obsession was gone. We liked each other, even loved each other. And our sex was still good, but the hunger was gone. Either it just wore out or we wore each other out. A passion like that pushes everything else out of its path. You can't be married and have jobs and children and work and write and have something like an emotional bubonic plague.

One writes a poem when one is so taken up by an emotional concept that one is unable to remain silent.

All I wanted was a job like a book so good I'd be finishing it for the rest of my life.

It is the useless things that make life worth living and that make life dangerous too: wine, love, art, beauty. Without them life is safe, but not worth bothering with.

and in the deep, dreaming hours I am easily moved by the stories of the real men and women who have lived out their passions on a scale so much greater than my own. It is at night, with a book open and these noble ghosts rising from the page, that I believe most strongly in the grandeur of life and feel most alone.

Horror is not a symptom it's a love affair.

Horror's not a symptom, it's a love affair.