Quotes About Passion

I know writers have to be crazy. But more than that that, they have to get made and stay mad. If things don't make a writer mad, he'll end up writing Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottantail.

Anyone who goes into writing has to find out somewhere along the line, he's either naïve or insane.

Datoria ... o pasiune f?r? bucurie.

For me, love is happiness and inspiration.

When I was really little I would sit in the back of my dad's car when he'd be playing old-school music. He'd turn down the music and turn around and I'd be singing and know all of the words but I didn't even know how to talk. From then on I've always wanted to be a singer.

Life without music is unthinkable. Life without music is academic. That is why my contact with music is a total embrace.

The key to the mystery of a great artist is that for reasons unknown, he will give away his energies and his life just to make sure that one note follows another…and leaves us with the feeling that something is right in the world." —

We used to play music for fun. Much more than now. Now nobody picks up a guitar unless they're paid for it.

Love is a fire/It burns everyone/It disfigures everyone/It is the world's excuse for being ugly.

I loved you when you opened like a lily to the heat; you see I'm just another snowman standing in the rain and sleet who loved you with his frozen love, his second hand physique, with all he is and all he was a thousand kisses deep.

Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love

If you want a lover I'll do anything you ask me to. And if you want another kind of love I'll wear a mask for you.

When he puts his mouth against her shoulder she is uncertain whether her shoulder has given or received the kiss. All her flesh is like a mouth.

From bitter searching of the heart, quickened with passion and with pain we rise to play a greater part this is the faith from which we start.

there's no forsaking what you love no existential leap as witnessed here in time and blood a thousand kisses deep

When passion dies friendship hovers round our flesh like flies

I am running through a snowfall which is her thighs, he dramatized in purple. Her thighs are filling up the street. Wide as a snowfall, heavy as huge falling Zeppelins, her damp thighs are settling on the sharp roofs and wooden balconies. Weather-vanes press the shape of roosters and sail-boats into the skin. The faces of famous statues are preserved like intaglios....

You came to me this morning And you handled me like meat You'd have to be a man to know How good that feels, how sweet

The old are kind The young are hot Love may be blind Desire is not

Yo no sé nada de amor, pero algo como el amor arrancó de mi garganta, con mil anzuelos, las siguientes palabras: -PORQUE TE NECESITO, F.

Don't write about ideas ... write about convictions of the heart.

The wretched beast is tame I don't need a lover So blow out the flame...

I am this thing that needs to sing.

And when the hunger for your touch Rises from the hunger, You whisper, "You have loved enough, Now let me me the Lover.