Quotes About Passion

Ante el terror y la deshumanización, la pasión humana era en sí misma un acto de desafío.

Even if one understands that what one is doing is mad, it is indeed still madness—cutting

Alangkah misteriusnya hidup. Dan lebih misterius lagi cinta.

It's when you start doing things for free, that you start to grow wings.

Be regular and orderly in your life, so that you may be violent and original in your work.

There is nothing that special to see when looking at me. I'm a painter who paints day in day out, from morning till evening - figure pictures and landscapes, more rarely portraits.

Nu, n-am s? mor, n-am voie s? mor! De dragul ei! Chiar dac? ar trebui s? scap?r scântei din oase ca s? m? înc?lzesc!

Writing is a dog's life, but the only life worth living.

The cult of art gives pride one never has too much of it.

The only way to avoid being unhappy is to close yourself up in Art and to count for nothing all the rest.

There was an air of indifference about them [the male guests], a calm produced by the gratification of every passion… that special brutality which comes from the habit of breaking down half-hearted resistances that keep one fit and tickle one's vanity—the handling of blooded horses, the pursuit of loose women.

I love my work with a frenetic and perverse love, as an ascetic loves the hair shirt which scratches his belly.

Be regular and orderly in your life, that you may be violent and original in your work.

Be steady and well-ordered in your life so that you can be fierce and original in your work.

An infinity of passion can be contained in one minute, like a crowd in a small space.

You don't make art out of good intentions.

Sentiment has never been vanquished in its eternal conflict with reason

How numerous are the crowds that have heroically faced death for beliefs, ideas, and phrases that they scarcely understood!

Una vez aguijonada, la imaginación es un caballo que se desboca y al que no sirve tirarle de la rienda

Los invisibles átomos del aire en derredor palpitan y se inflaman, el cielo se deshace en rayos de oro, la tierra se estremece alborozada. Oigo flotando en olas de armonías, rumor de besos y batir de alas; mis párpados se cierran... ¿Qué sucede? ¿Dime? ¡Silencio! ¡Es el amor que pasa!

Por una mirada un mundo; por una sonrisa, un cielo; por un beso…¡yo no sé qué te diera por un beso!

El amor...! El amor es un rayo de luna

Amar! Había nacido para soñar el amor, no para sentirlo".

Para hacerte gozar con mi alegría, para que sufras tú con mi dolor, para que sientas palpitar mi vida, hice mis versos yo.