Quotes About Passion

Don't waste your death on a half assed life

I am pushing you, even if it's off a cliff, to create. Write that book, that song; pore over the concept of redecorating your life. I meet people all the time who say they're not creative. Bullshit, motherfuckers, you are creative.

If something is worth doing - it's worth overdoing.

I'm still the first person to say "F**k you" but I'm faster to say "I love you.

I don't think there is a thrill that can go though the human heart like that felt by the inventor as he sees some creation of the brain unfolding to success...such emotions make a man forget food, sleep, friends, love, everything.

Inventors don't have time for married life.

When natural inclination develops into a passionate desire, one advances towards his goal in seven-league boots.

Of all things I liked books the best.

Soon became convinced I was right and undertook the task with all the fire and boundless confidence of youth.

I do not think there is any thrill that can go through the human heart like that felt by the inventor as he sees some creation of the brain unfolding to success....Such emotions make a man forget food, sleep, friends, love, everything...an inventor has so intense a nature with so much of it wild, passionate quality, that in giving himself to a woman he might love, he would give everything, and so take everything from his chosen field.

Free yourself from one passion to be dominated by another and nobler one. But is not that, too, a form of slavery? To sacrifice oneself to an idea, to a race, to God? Or does it mean that the higher the model the longer the longer the tether of our slavery?

If I were fire, I would burn; if I were a woodcutter, I would strike. But I am a heart, and I love.

Let your youth have free reign, it won't come again, so be bold and no repenting.

When I encounter a sunrise, a painting, a woman, or an idea that makes my heart bound like a young calf, then I know I am standing in front of happiness.

My entire soul is a cry, and all my work is a commentary on that cry.

How could I, who loved life so intensely, have let myself be entangled for so long in that balderdash of books and paper blackened with ink!

Free yourself from one passion to be dominated by another and nobler one. But is not that, too, a form of slavery? To sacrifice oneself to an idea, to a race, to God? Or does it mean that the higher the model the longer the tether of our slavery? Then we can enjoy ourselves and frolic in a more spacious arena and die without having come to the end of the tether. Is that, then, what we call liberty?

Every integral man has inside him, in his heart of hearts, a mystic center around which all else revolves. This mystic whirling lends unity to his thoughts and actions; it helps him find or invent the cosmic harmony. For some this center is love, for others kindness or beauty, others the thirst for knowledge or the longing for gold and power. They examine the relative value of all else and subordinate it to this central passion.

By believing passionately in that which doesn't exist, you create it and that which has not been sufficiently desired is what we call the non existent -

Eso es la libertad. Tener una pasión, amontonar monedas de oro, y repentinamente dominar la pasión y arrojar el tesoro a todos los vientos. Liberarse de una pasión para someterse a otra, más noble. Pero, ¿no es ésta, también, una forma de esclavitud?

Dios es un incendio, hermano León. Arde. Y nosotros ardemos con Él.

In this way, without understanding how, I entered sleep together with Christ's passion and the nightingales' warbling, just as the soul will enter Paradise.

Free your self from one passion to be dominated by another and nobler one. But isn't that, too, a form of slavery?

He has given a warm, beloved, living body to all the abstract ideas which were shivering inside me. When he is not there, I start shivering again.