Quotes About Passion

Cara waggled a hand over the two of them. It works better with your clothes off. Richard frowned. His voice came as a hoarse croak. What? She seemed mystified by the question. I believe you will find such things work better without clothes. She put her hands to her hips. I thought you would know at least that much.

That is what we believe in and what we are fighting for. The right to the joy of life. The right to our own life. The right to love.

It's so good to see you," she whispered privately in the midst of the crowd. When she held him, there was no crowd, there was only him. There was always only him in her heart and soul.

I love you, Kahlan. Never anyone before you, nor ever after. Only you." His eyes said it even better.

If our love's tragedy, why are you my remedy? If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?

Baraccus had told her that while a number of wizards could make things, the same as the ungifted could make things, it was this component of artistic ability in creating new things that took to to another level and made the makers more than true prophets. Magda remembered the passion in his voice as he told her about such things. Making things was in his soul. Creating new things seemed to be his spark of life.

No one is as fanatical as a convert.

Art reveals the artist's inner self. Art reveals a man's ideals, what he values. Anyone with that much reverence, that much passion for the nobility of the human spirit, could only be a man who shares my passion for life.

Wizard's Third Rule: Passion rules reason.

Love is a passion for life shared with another person. You fall in love with a person who you think is wonderful. It's your deepest appreciation of the value of that individual, and that individual is a reflection of what you value most in life. Love, for sound reasons, can be one of life's greatest rewards.

At some point, we need to be honest with ourselves and do what excites us instead of what looks good on paper.

The thing about football - the important thing about football - is that it is not just about football.

Mort was already aware that love made you feel hot and cold and cruel and weak, but he hadn't realized that it could make you stupid.

But that was just it - hate was exactly the right word. Hate is a force of attraction. Hate is just love with its back turned.

In my experience, what every true artist wants, really wants, is to be paid.

Talent just defines what you do," he said. "It doesn't define what you are. Deep down, I mean. When you know what you are, you can do anything.

You can't inspire people with facts. They need a cause. They need a symbol.

The disc's greatest lovers were undoubtedly Mellius and Gretelina, whose pure, passionate and soul-searing affair would have scorched the pages of History if they had not, because of some unexplained quirk of fate, been born two hundred years apart on different continents. However, the gods took pity on them and turned him into an ironing board** and her into a small brass bollard. **When you're a god, you don't have to have reasons.

Well, the traveling teachers do come through every few months, said the Baron. Yes, sir, I know, sir, and they're useless, sir. They teach facts, not understanding. It's like teaching people about forests by showing them a saw. I want a proper school, sir, to teach reading and writing, and most of all thinking, sir, so people can find what they're good at, because someone doing what they really like is always an asset to any country, and too often people never find out until it's too late.

Gods didn't mind atheists, if they were deep, hot, fiery, atheists like Simony, who spend their whole life hating gods for not existing. That sort of atheism was a rock. It was nearly belief …

It is a strange thing to find yourself doing something you have apparently always wanted to do, when in fact up until that moment you had never known that you had always wanted to do it, or even what it was

Finding one's voice is a process of finding one's passion.

Your voice is the wildest thing you own," Brooke says to me. "And you're giving it away. You can't see it. Your obsession is blinding you." He is angry. He is talking in shorthand. "You're losing yourself.

Agitation gives birth to creation.