Quotes About Passion

Better to burn than to rot.

Education teaches children to lose interest in what matters most to them.

Love loves anarchy. It loves to wreak havoc. It loves to dance atop the ruins.

Haven't you ever gotten carried away and done something totally spur of the moment like that?" "Everybody gets carried away from time to time," Tracy told the boy who had carried him away.

Though she's long ago come to her own conclusions – that when you get down to it, it's always fucking that matters, not talking.

Calling fishing a hobby is like calling brain surgery a job.

Music is forever; music should grow and mature with you, following you right on up until you die.

I know a man He came from my home town He wore his passion for his woman Like a thorny crown He said Dolores I live in fear My love for you's so overpowering I'm afraid that I will disappear

Death is an endless night so awful to contemplate that it can make us love life and value it with such passion that it may be the ultimate cause of all joy and all art.

I am a book-collector, a proud avocationist in what Eric Quayle (wrongly) asserts to be the least vicious of hobbies (we are quite savage). We collectors are puzzled and often piqued unpleasantly by the common, absurd notion whereby we are only a pack of myopic, semi-crazed old pedants fretting over a book's colophon, dull dogs full of humorless zeal and no conversation, who suck our fingers free of pounce.

Normal, nice people don't become writers.

Really there was no deadlier combination than bookworm and megalomaniac. It was, for example, the crazed condition of many novelists and travelers.

I'm a writer, I said. I like long stories.

Why see death as a hangman when it is truer to see it as a harvester leveling the earth with its scythe? Oddly, we take hope from the seasons — the rebirth of spring after the death of winter — or from the rising and setting of the sun. But no spring, no dawn beyond death, has ever been proven. Death is an endless night so awful to contemplate that it can make us love life and value it with such passion that it may be the ultimate cause of all joy and all art.

Octavio Paz when he writes, "The Mexican chases after death, mocks it, courts it, hugs it, and sleeps with it. He thinks of it as his favorite plaything and his most lasting love.

Dennis had just kissed her once, and she was screaming for a hamburger.

She wanted to cry. To scream. To shriek like a crazy wind.

Thinking so, a great wave of feeling swept through Clare. A feeling which was neither of the body nor the mind, but something between the two. An inconvenient feeling. Not only had she fallen in love with Ralph Schuyler, but she also loved him and everything about him with a passion..

He kissed her, laid her down on the bed, lay down beside her and, tenderly and slowly and gently, took her, alternating between the two tracks open to him, before finally spilling himself into her mouth, which he then kissed again.

Then he took her, and it seemed to O that it had been so long since he had that, subconsciously, she realized she had begun to doubt whether he really desired her any longer, and in his act she saw proof of love.

there's one thing anyway I want you to tell her, and tell her right away, and that is that I'm in love with her." "Is that true?

It was not the caress of her lips the length of him was looking for, but the back of her throat.

Thus, he had thrust his hands and sex into her, ransacked and ravaged her mouth and rear, but condescended only to place his lips upon her fingertips.

A René por el contrario, se le veía ciego de deseo ante ella, paralizado por un amor que él no había conocido hasta entonces, un amor lleno de inquietud, inseguro de ser correspondido y temeroso de desagradar.