Quotes About Passion

pag. 131 Tell me then, does love make one a fool or do only fools fall in love?

Oare Negru, care-l citise atât de îndelung pe Nazami, simÈ›ea c?, la fel ca Sirin, îi ziceam "nu-mi r?ni buzele cu s?rut?rile tale, nu face asta!", dar îi spuneam, de fapt, dincolo de propriile vorbe "f?-o!"?

Perché io sia felice è necessario che ogni giorno mi occupi un po' di letteratura.

Hanya penyair termurni yang membiarkan cinta memasuki hatinya dalam masa revolusi.

YüreÄŸim, nedense sahile vurmak üzere olan koskocaman bir dalga gibi aÄŸz?m?n içinde kabarm??t?.

To avoid disappointment in art, one mustn't treat it as a career. Despite whatever great artistic sense and talent a man might possess, he ought to seek money and power elsewhere to avoid forsaking his art when he fails to receive proper compensation for his gifts and efforts.

My dark beloved, my troubled hero, were you unable to sleep for thinking of me the whole night? Is that why the blush has left your face?

No man can be ideally successful until he has found his place. Like a locomotive, he is strong on the track, but weak anywhere else.

The human mind is happiest when it is most active in performing the functions which it was intended to perform. One of man's greatest passions is that of achievement, the passion for doing things, the ambition to accomplish. This is one of the greatest satisfactions of life, and satisfaction is the chief ingredient in happiness.

No matter what your work is, says Emerson, let it be yours; no matter if you are a tinker or preacher, blacksmith or president, let what you are doing be organic, let it be in your bones, and you open the door by which the affluence of heaven and earth shall stream into you.

Mr. Arthur Brisbane says: One thing above all brings success—to like your work and to be interested in it; and not to like your work is the one thing above all others that brings failure.

If we were all in our right places, doing the thing nature planned us to do, our work would be almost like play. Where the heart is there is no friction or discord, and friction and discord are what wear life out. These are what exhaust the vitality and waste the brain power. If you love your work, it will not be a grind. On the contrary, it will be a pleasure, a perpetual stimulus.

She will look at you as women look at men, and she will judge you as a woman judge men...not on the strength of their arguments, and not in their cleverness or prowess in battle, but rather on the force of their character, the intensity of their passion, their strength of soul, their compassion, and...ah, this above all...their conversation.

You're not a human being until you value something more than the life of your body. And the greater the thing you live and die for the greater you are.

It's what I was born for, isn't it? If I don't go, why am I alive?

Religion is tied to the deepest feelings people have. The love that arises from that stewing pot is the sweetest and strongest, but the hate is the hottest, and the anger is the most violent.

Oh, Pipo, I'd be glad for you to try. But do believe me, my dear friend, touching her heart is like bathing in ice I imagine. I imagine it feels like bathing in ice to the person touching her. But how does it feel to her? Cold as she is, it must surely burn like fire.

He kissed her and killed her then dumped her body in the river.

It is painful to fail. But it is far sadder when a storyteller stops wanting to try.

So this is love, he said to himself, trying to examine his own overwhelming feelings with the rational fragment of his mind. This is the powerful, horrible longing that made Mother marry that miserable tyrant I had to call Father. How many unbelievably stupid heroes in stories did insanely dangerous things because they were in love? More to the pint, how many insane things am I going to do because of it?

Not many people are enemies to anyone. But the ones full of greed or hate, pride or fear—their passion is strong enough to lever all the world into war.

Fatherhood to us was an act of passion, soon forgot; but not to Orem ap Avonap. Never guessing that the blond and happy farmer was no blood of his, Orem had taken a part of that simple man into himself and saved it for this time. At any time in the Palace he might run by, Youth on this shoulders or, as time went by, toddling along behind.

Ah, Vitaly, we all come from Eros. ~Sel Menach

She [Queen Isabella] will look at you as women look at men. She will judge you as women judge men. Not on the strength of their arguments, and not on their cleverness, or their prowess in battle, but rather on the force of their character; the intesity of their passion, their strength of soul, their compassion, and, ah, this above all...their conversation.