Quotes About Passion

What would you do if you knew you would not live until 40?

A sense of purpose seems to spark "above and beyond" behaviors.

making a gut-level emotional connection.

Rule #1. Simpler Is Better: Round with Enthusiasm.

Passion is individualistic. It can energize us but also isolate us, because my passion isn't yours. By contrast, purpose is something people can share. It can knit groups together.

tap more profound motivations.

change rarely happens unless it's motivated by feeling

Welcome to the most important work you'll ever do.

When it comes to performance, strong purpose trumps strong passion.

But at the end of the day, you can't major in Making Stuff, so it was Art by default.

I've been drawing shoes,' said Sketch, evoking a fireman who's been searching the smoking hulks of scorched buildings for burn victims, 'and it's been going feetingly.

If the pursuit of customer imagination were a religion, passion would be its hymnal.

we cannot force ourselves to love—or to withhold it. At best, we can curb our actions. The heart itself is beyond control. That is its power, and its weakness.

Each desire in the world is different, as is each love.

love something—or someone—so much that you would willingly sacrifice yourself. I want to be brave like that.

No, Ashok. Love is not a tap. It flows and flows like blood from a wound, and you can die of it.

Who am I to say that small joys are less valuable than a passion which shatters your life?

Love comes like lightning , and disappears the same way.. If you are lucky it strickes you right..

Love comes like lightning , and disappears the same way.. If you are lucky it strikes you right..

I knew I was intelligent—wasn't Dhai Ma always complaining about how overly smart I was? I knew enough to control passion. I visualized myself as a great queen, dispensing wisdom and love. Panchaali the Peacemaker, people would call me. The sorceress laughed.

only towards one man can I feel that wrenching whirlwind emotion, soaring to heaven, flung down to hell, both at once.

My heart is filled with passion for the spices, my ears with the music of our dance together. My blood with our shared power. I need no pitiful mortal man to love. I believe this. Wholly.

A line from a movie she once saw flits through her mind: Life gets in the way of art.

Perhaps I believed it would give me back what wifehood had taken away. Or perhaps it is just that desire lies at the heart of human existence. When we turn away from one desire, we must find another to cleave to with all our strength—or else we die.