Quotes About Passion

Lo, Elliott was an artist. No crucible of hardship, no spiritual calling. Art was just something he was good at, therefore something he was praised for, therefore something he kept doing.

The very…thought of him…is making me shake!

His love is both pure and terrifying at the same time. Will his choice bring him satisfaction?

I love what I do, and when I don't love what I do, I'll make a change.

My heart beat, beats me senselessly, Why's everything gotta be so intense with me...

If you like my music, great, and if you don't, whatever. I'm going to keep making it either way.

Cheerleading gave me a love of sports, which I brought to the Senate. I can talk to the good ol' boys about college sports because I follow it like they do.

Liam stared at her, his gaze glittering hot with something she was afraid to identify because it made her knees weak and she couldn't breathe from the intensity and pace of her heart pounding away in her chest. He wanted to kiss her. He didn't want to want to kiss her—she could read that in his expression, as well—but she knew he did. And right, then. Cop or not—mistake that it would be— she wanted him to kiss her, too.

His mouth settled over hers with mind-numbing possession and it was way better than the on-screen kisses she'd envied. Way better than— Wow. Liam released a husky groan the second his tongue swept into her mouth to touch hers. Fire exploded in her veins, a hot rush of feeling and sensation that obliterated the chiding voice in her head, screaming at her to run.

Groaning softly, he kissed her, his tongue on hers as he matched his movements. His strokes quickened, harder, deeper, until pleasure suffused every nerve in her body and sent her zinging into the heavens above like the lights they'd come there to watch.

She turned her head and rubbed her cheek against the surprisingly velvety feel of his inner arm, the muscle tensing even more against her face when she pressed a kiss to his skin. In response, she felt him flex inside her. "Caroline." She'd always hated her name. It was too old-fashioned, too hokey and very grandma-ish. But when Liam said it like that, she actually liked it. He made her name, he made her, feel like the sexiest, most beautiful woman on earth.

He sucked in a harsh breath when she pressed her mouth to his, and she was fascinated by the way his eyes darkened and glittered with sexual hunger when their tongues melded together. It was cold, the temperature dropping little by little. It didn't matter. Not when she could press her bare breasts against his chest to warm them, when his hands slid up her back and his arms were so engulfing and so hot she was encased in perfect heat.

In closing, I hope everything helps show that I wouldn't be a fade-out or a person who turns to think to drink or dope when things get tough. I believe that anything is possible if you have the combination of love for what you're doing and the will to sit down and not get up until it's done….

Jax Cassidy serves up great sex with emotional intensity--what more can a reader want?

Screenplays I didn't really care about, journalism, travel books, getting my writer friends to write about their dreams or something. I just determined to write the books I had to write.

True love is like religion. It is full of devotion and free of doubt.

The history of the human race is the history of human hatred. Even love cannot erase such intense hatred.

I love you more than anything else in this world. That's why your words were like a knife stabbing me in the heart. That's why you have to die, too.

Bagi para penulis, karya adalah belahan jiwa mereka. Atau dalam bahasa yang lebih sederhana, mereka menganggap karya mereka sudah seperti anak sendiri. Penulis mencintai karya yang dilahirkannya layaknya para orangtua di dunia yang mencintai anak-anak mereka.

I shook my head at all the things that can happen to break a man as he grows up and away from the pure potential of infancy, all the things that had fractured inside me. And I prayed silently that this infant, born into chaos, might meet with kindness, experience joy and find passion in life. Every one of us ought to be able to count on that much. (308)

Love makes us do wicked things.

Love is the madness which allows us to believe in magic.

We all have our own loves, insecurities, strengths, weaknesses, and unique capabilities. And we have to take those into account in figuring out where our talents and desires intersect. That intersection is what I call your "blue flame" -- where passion and ability come together. When that blue flame is ignited within a person, it is a powerful force in getting you where you want to be.

think of the blue flame as a convergence of mission and passion founded on a realistic self-assessment of your abilities.