Quotes About Passion

Other filmmakers make their movies and put them out and that's that. For me, for some odd reason, it goes deeper than that.

I just love movies, so suddenly, you're political about movies, and that's dark. It's just not fun when something you love becomes calculated.

If you're alive, kick into drive. Chase whimsies. See if you can turn dreams into a way to make a living, if not an entire way of life.

My American Dream has always been simple, and it's one I encourage you to adopt as your own: Figure out what you love to do, then figure out how to get paid to do it.

If you haven't turned rebel by twenty you've got no heart if you haven't turned establishment by thirty you've got no brains!

you shouldn't be getting out of bed every day because you have to go to work, you should be working at something that makes you want to get out of bed.

A man needs a hobby, Finn, and all the best football teams have been taken." The

Real obsession, if you did it right, was the same intensity every single time, a kind of electrocution that kept your heart beating in time. It was so good.

It was so nice to hear her voice, to hear her voice and listen to her talk about what she wanted. I never quite knew what I wanted, the letters I sent her so wishy-washy and pained. Madison, she fucking wanted stuff. And when she talked or wrote about it, with that intensity, you wanted to give it to her. You wanted her to have it. And it was so easy, I was in love with her again, the routine of our relationship, that she would hurt me, but I would allow it. I would live with it.

I want to be an artist," he told me, like we were both admitting that we weren't human. We didn't understand how normal this was, to be young, to believe that you were destined to make beautiful things.

Art, if you loved it, was worth any amount of unhappiness and pain. If you had to hurt someone to achieve those ends, so be it. If the outcome was beautiful enough, strange enough, memorable enough, it did not matter. It was worth it.

Slowly, the fire rolled down to her hands, and there was this jittery flame and she was holding it. She was holding it in her hands, cupped together. It looked like what love must look like, just barely there, so easy to extinguish.

it made me feel, for the first time, that maybe it was dumb to be embarrassed about weird things if you were really good at them. Or not good. If they made you happy.

We're just bored," said Joseph. "That's the simplest answer. It's like, no matter where you are or what you're doing, you have to try like hell to keep from getting bored to death.

Darling, it is your darkness where I want my body to be buried. You burn me at both ends, send the geese bumping within my skin.

Errata Baby, give me just one more hiss We must lake it fast morever I want to cold you in my harms & never get lo I live you so much it perts! Baby, jive me gust one more bliss Whisper your neat nothings in my near Can we hock each other one tore mime? All light wrong? Baby give me just one more briss My won & homely You wake me meek in the needs Mill you larry me? Baby, hive me just one more guess With this sing I'll thee shed

If you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work.

Exaggeration is truth that has lost its temper.

Love is trembling happiness.

Comfort murders the passion of the soul, then walks grinning at the funeral.

Passions have made mortals of us men. If men were not slaves of passion, they would have been Gods, each one.

How downhearted was Meer at night! Whatever came to his lips became a cry for help. When he started on the path of love, he was like fire; Now it's ended he is a heap of ashes on a pyre.

He whose wishes you fulfil will obey your orders But passion when obeyed will forever command.

I do not restrain desire Until my desire is satisfied Or until my body touches hers, Or my soul from my body goes. When I am dead, open my tomb, You will see my heart on fire And my shroud in smoke.