Quotes About Passion

our sexual feelings, in which we see the greatest upheaval and lack of inhibition and control, belong to the emotions. Is that right?

in that moment, Mairie knew she wasn't just falling in love w/ this man. She was free falling. It was terminal velocity.

Love art in yourself, and not yourself in art.

I don't know why I started writing. I don't know why anybody does it. Maybe they're bored, or failures at something else.

Anything that doesn't take years of your life and drive you to suicide hardly seems worth doing.

Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.

This country will kill you in a heartbeat and still people love it.

You are either born a writer or you are not.

What he loved in horses was what he loved in men, the blood and the heat of the blood that ran them. All his reverence and all his fondness and all the leanings of his life were for the ardenhearted and they would always be so and never be otherwise.

I'm not interested in writing short stories. Anything that doesn't take years of your life and drive you to suicide hardly seems worth doing.

There is for a man two things in life that are very important, head and shoulders above everything else. Find work you like, and find someone to live with you like. Very few people get both.

Creative work is often driven by pain. It may be that if you don't have something in the back of your head driving you nuts, you may not do anything. It's not a good arrangement. If I were God, I wouldn't have done it that way. [Interview, The Wall Street Journal , Nov. 20, 2009]

See the hand that nursed the serpent. The fine hasped pipes of her fingerbones. The skin bewenned and speckled. The veins are milkblue and bulby. A thin gold ring set with diamonds. That raised the once child's heart of her to agonies of passion before I was. Here is the anguish of mortality. Hopes wrecked, love sundered. See the mother sorrowing. How everything that I was warned of's come to pass.

I like what I do. Some writers have said in print that they hated writing and it was just a chore and a burden. I certainly don't feel that way about it. Sometimes it's difficult. You know, you always have this image of the perfect thing which you can never achieve, but which you never stop trying to achieve. But I think ... that's your signpost and your guide. You'll never get there, but without it you won't get anywhere. [ Interview with Oprah Winfrey , June 5, 2007]

The martyr who longs for the flames can be no right candidate for them.

Those who choose a love that can never be fulfilled will be hounded by a rage that can never be extinguished.

See the hand that nursed the serpent. The fine hasped pipes of her fingerbones. The skin bewenned and speckled. The veins are milkblue and bulby. A thin gold ring set with diamonds. That raised the once child's heart of her to agonies of passion before I was. Here is the anguish of mortality. Hopes wrecked, love sundered. See the mother sorrowing. How everything that I was warned of's come to pass.

From thinking about your sweet face between my legs.

Love is quite possibly a mental disorder itself.

All his reverence and all his fondness and all the leanings of his life were for the ardenthearted and they would always be so and never be otherwise.

There ain't but one life worth livin and I was born to it.

A man is always right to pursue the thing he loves. No matter even if it kills him? I think so. Yes. No matter what.

If someone said to you that you had thrown your life away over a woman what would you say? Well thrown.

Los que no pueden recordar la sangre de la guerra son siempre los más ardientes para la lucha.