Quotes About Passion

The value of work goes beyond the paycheck

I wouldn't like to meet you when you've got a revolver," said Margarita with a coquettish look at Azazello. She had a passion for people who did things well.

She had a passion for anyone who did something top-notch.

She had a passion for all people who did anything to perfection.

Follow me reader! Who ever told you there is no such things in the world as real, true, everlasting love? May the liar have his despicable tongue cut out!

Gel peÅŸimden, ey okur! Kim söyledi sana yeryüzünde gerçek, sad?k, sonsuz aÅŸk olmad???n?? O yalanc?n?n iÄŸrenç dilini kessinler! Gel peÅŸimden, ey okurum ve sadece benim peÅŸimden gel, ben sana böyle bir aÅŸk göstereceÄŸim!

Któ? to ci powiedziaÅ', ?e nie ma ju? na Å›wiecie prawdziwej, wiernej, wiecznej miÅ'oÅ›ci? A niech?e wyrwÄ… temu kÅ'amcy jego plugawy jÄ™zyk!

I przez caÅ'Ä… tÄ™ brudnÄ… drogÄ™, nie wiedzie? czemu, niewypowiedzianie drÄ™czyÅ'a Iwana wszechobecna orkiestra, przy akompaniamencie której oci??aÅ'y bas Å›piewaÅ' o swej miÅ'oÅ›ci do Tatiany.

FOLLOW ME, READER! Who told you that there is no such thing as real, true, eternal love? Cut out his lying tongue! Follow me, reader, and only me and I will show you that love!

Tak – mówiÅ' dalej Korowiow – zdumiewajÄ…cych rzeczy mo?na oczekiwa? z cieplarni tego domu, jednoczÄ…cego pod swoim dachem kilka tysiÄ™cy pracowitych straceÅ"ców, którzy postanowili caÅ'e swoje ?ycie poÅ›wiÄ™ci? sÅ'u?bom Melpomeny, Polihymnii i Talii.

Follow me, reader! Who told you that there is no true, eternal, and faithful love in the world! May the liar have his foul tongue cut out!

L'amour surgit devant nous comme surgit de terre l'assassin au coin d'une ruelle obscure, et nous frappa tous deux d'un coup. Ainsi frappe la foudre, ainsi frappe le poignard !

Aren't there enough plays already? There are such lovely plays and so many of them. If you were to start playing them you couldn't get through them all in twenty years. Why do you want to write? It must be so upsetting!

love leaped out at us like a murderer jumping out of a dark alley.

I have an innate passion for contradiction—my whole life has been nothing but a series of melancholy and vain contradictions of heart or reason.

Love's swooning and love's agitation- for the first time the Demon now experienced them; in shock and shiver he thinks of fleeing - but no quiver stirs in his wing! from his dimmed brow a heavy teardrop, a slow river... what a marvel! till today, quite near that cell, there stands in wondrous fashion a stone scorched by a tear of passion, burnt through by an inhuman tear!...

And this time with ardent lips so lightly grazing he kissed her trembling mouth, and then answered her pleas, in language dazing with sweet temptation; once again those mighty eyes were fixed and gazing deep into hers. He set her blazing. He gleamed above her like a spark or like a knife that finds its mark.

Mais moi, je te le jure, en entendant ta voix, j'éprouve une félicité si profonde, si étrange, que les baisers les plus ardents ne pourraient la remplacer.

Am o pasiune înn?scut? de-a contrazice.Toat? viaÅ£a mea nu a fost decât un lanÅ£ de triste ÅŸi nenorocite contraziceri fa?? de ceea ce-mi spunea inima ÅŸi mintea.PrezenÅ£a unui entuziast m? umple de o r?ceal?,de un ger al bobotezei ÅŸi cred c? prietenia cu un om molatic ÅŸi flegmatic m-ar face s? ajung un vis?tor pasionat.

Hoy somos todos iguales, todos unidos por la común indiferencia hacia nuestro trabajo. Esta indiferencia hacia nuestro trabajo. Esta indiferencia ha pasado a ser pasión. La única gran pasión colectiva de nuestro tiempo.

I have a strong will to love you for eternity.

We all reject out of hand the idea that the love of our life may be something light or weightless; we presume our love is what must be, that without it our life would no longer be the same; we feel that Beethoven himself, gloomy and awe-inspiring, is playing the "Es muss sein!" to our own great love.

The psychological and physiological mechanism of love is so complex that at a certain period in his life a young man must concentrate all his energy on coming to grips with it, and in this way he misses the actual content of the love: the woman he loves. (In this he is much like a young violinist who cannot concentrate on the emotional content of a piece until the technique required to play it comes automatically.)

Art arises from sources other than logic. (p.32)