Quotes About Passion

I have no idea what I am doing but incompetence has never prevented me from plunging in with enthusiasm.

I don't know what I'm doing, but my incompetence has never stopped my enthusiasm.

Our love, our love will last forever. It's forever but it just doesn't work. That's why it will always be romantic because it can not be complete.

You'll find as you go through life that great depth and smoldering sensuality don't always win.

No, no, because she's a mental adolescent, and being romantic, she has a death wish. So, for a brief moment of passion,she completely abandons all responsibilities.

See, I will always have this penchant for what I call kamikaze women. I call them kamikazes because they, you know they crash their plane, they're self-destructive. But they crash into you, and you die along with them.

Lovers make their own moral universe

What passion today with Lee. She's a volcano. It was a totally fulfilling experience... Just as I dreamed it would be. (nodding slightly as he takes off his slippers) That's what it was. It was like living out a dream...a great dream.

The only love that lasts is unrequited love.

soprano saxophone for their delectation (years later

It was either that or a sportswriter where I could document the poetry of athletics much the same as my idol, Jimmy Cannon.

Y a mí me gusta un hombre y zas: se chinga todo.

Qué lástima que mis mejores sentimientos me hagan vomitar. La gente se enamora y no vomita, por eso se envenena.

Desde cuándo los sentimientos meramente irracionales precisan de razones para joderle a uno la existencia? Amar es soñar con mares en mitad de un largo insomnio

If love was red then she was colour blind.

Qué difícil vivir enamorado y no dejar de ser un pinche caliente.

California is for lovers.

el amor es, como la vida y la ficción, estúpido.

No sé si me entendiste: buscabas al amor como al trabajo de publicista, con muchísimas ganas de no encontrarlo.

I couldn't get Him out of my head. Still can't. I spent three solid days thinking about Him. The more He bothered me, the less I coul forget Him. And the more I learned about Him, the less I wanted to leave Him.

If you stumble at mere believability, what are you living for? Isn't love hard to believe?

Everything was screaming: the sea, the wind, my heart.

Hidup ini begitu indah, hingga maut pun jatuh cinta padanya

Like punk rock, like Jackson Pollock, like Jack Kerouac, it was truly human, a mix of perfect beauty and cathartic error.