Quotes About Passion

If youre going to kiss a man, let it be a beautiful man like Ed Speleers.

A man's life is an appendix to his heart.

I used to cry myself to sleep every night. I missed singing so much. And performing. Man, I missed it so much.

Every man has some favorite topic of conversation, on which, by a feigned seriousness of attention, he may be drawn to expatiate without end.

The round of a passionate man's life is in contracting debts in his passion, which his virtue obliges him to pay. He spends his time in outrage and acknowledgment, injury and reparation.

I remember a passage in Goldsmith's "Vicar of Wakefield," which he was afterwards fool enough to expunge: "I do not love a man who is zealous for nothing.

A man's desire is for the woman, but the woman's desire is rarely other than for the desire of the man.

Whatever thing a man sets his heart on...is his god; and if his god doesn't also happen to be the true and living God of Israel that man is laboring in idolatry.

When I dance, I love the romance and sexiness of it, and love having it be clear to both dancers that the man leads! But the man has to know what he's doing!

I have enough rhythm to blend at this point. I have enough rhythm to blend one song into another. But man, I have such respect for the art of deejaying. I hesitate to even call myself a deejay.

But there are things that happen between a man and a woman in the dark -- that sort of make everything else seem -- unimportant.

No man is born without ambitious worldly desires.

'Mad' is a term we use to describe a man who is obsessed with one idea and nothing else.

Every man makes a god of his own desire

I think there is a period of esthetic discovery that happens to a man and he can do all sorts of things at white heat.

Passionate expression and vehement assertion are no arguments, unless it be of the weakness of the cause that is defended by them, or of the man that defends it.

When you find out a man's ruling passion, beware of crossing him in it.

The love of letters is the forlorn hope of the man of letters. His ruling passion is the love of fame.

"The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils."
(from The Merchant of Venice, Act 5, Scene 1)

Base men being in love have then a nobility in their natures more than is native to them.

I felt the exultancy of a man just released from slavery and ready to set the universe on fire.

This is hip-hop. If you've got something you want to rap about, just rap about it, man.

When I go hear a man speak, I like to hear him speak like he's fighting a swarm of bees.

A man doesn't need brilliance or genius, all he needs is energy.