Quotes About Passion

She hadn't been born into this world, but she'd been born with the love of words and and she'd found her home.

But even as she struck the bonds seemed to tighten, with each fresh blow to bind more securely. Mary now clung with every fibre of her sorely distressed and outraged being; with every memory that Stephen stirred; with every passion that Stephen had fostered; with every instinct of loyalty that Stephen had aroused to do battle with Martin.

She loved deeply, far more deeply than many a one who could fearlessly proclaim himself a lover. Since this is a hard and sad truth for the telling; those whom nature has sacrificed to her ends--her mysterious ends that often lie hidden--are sometimes endowed with a vast will to loving, with an endless capacity for suffering also, which must go hand in hand with their love.

Love is the sweetest monotony that was ever conceived of by the Creator.

It is indeed like certain lovely women who, now old, belong to a bygone generation—women who in youth were passionate but seemly; difficult to win but when won, all-fulfilling.

For at moments such is the blindness and folly, yet withal the redeeming glory of love.

I love you the way a drowning man loves air. And it would destroy me to have you just a little.

She hadn't thought that much about sex after she and Samuel had settled into their marriage. There had been moments of passion, certainly in those early days—finally they could be together in that way—but she relegated her needs to a shelf just out of reach, as she thought she should, as women did.

With every single fiber of her soul, she wanted to be With every single fiber of her soul, she wanted to be

We all have some spark of creativity inside us. You just haven't found what lights yours yet.

she found solace and calm, here amid her friends. Like beads on a wire, they were all connected, linked together by bonds of friendship and family, by shared experiences and a common passion for beading.

a man who smelled like sin and kissed like salvation.

He had wrought them up to a pitch of dangerous passion, and they were ripe for any violence to which he urged them. If he had failed with the windmill, at least he was now master of the wind.

Two common problems with our society: 1) We are forced to study what we are not passionate about. 2) We are forced to love what ever we get.

I didn't realize that many people, who may be good people, feel that working in schools is just a job and not a holy mission.

I thought to myself that if I could care so much about teaching that I didn't even realize my hair was burning, I was moving in the right direction. From that moment, I resolved to always teach like my hair was on fire.

But the more I focused on my interests, the more it brought out things I liked about myself

Chapter One Warm.

Warm. Wet. Woman. Tyrel Kincaid listed his needs in that order. He was standing at the end of the planked bar of a miner's saloon in a back-of-nowhere camp

Truly to sing, that is a different breath.

Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depth of your heart; confess to yourself you would have to die if you were forbidden to write.

Extinguish my eyes, I'll go on seeing you. Seal my ears, I'll go on hearing you. And without feet I can make my way to you, without a mouth I can swear your name. Break off my arms, I'll take hold of you with my heart as with a hand. Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat. And if you consume my brain with fire, I'll feel you burn in every drop of my blood.

And I don't believe that melodramatic feelings are laughable - they should be taken absolutely seriously.

Knowledge is not a passion from without the mind, but an active exertion of the inward strength, vigor and power of the mind, displaying itself from within.