Quotes About Passion

If you stumble at mere believability, what are you living for? [...] Love is hard to believe, ask any lover. Life is hard to believe, ask any scientist.

If you stumble at mere believability, what are you living for?

Art is rooted in joy.

They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love.

Remember, passion and purpose go handinhand.

Acting is still, of course, what I love to do most. The beauty of it is that by changing characters, it never gets boring.

It's not a matter of becoming a superstar. Fame and money aren't the purpose of all this. No actor's going to say, 'I don't want to be famous.' But the main purpose for doing what I'm doing is the passion in the work.

Judge you the rest; being tired she bade me kiss;Jove send me more such afternoons as this!

I'll burn my books!

Make me immortal with a kiss.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

The very basic core of a man's spirit is his passion for adventure.

That was the real secret of the Tarahumara: they'd never forgotten what it felt like to love running. They remembered that running was mankind's first fine art, our original act of inspired creation.

the only way to truly conquer something, as every great philosopher and geneticist will tell you, is to love it.

The only way to conquer something, as every great philosopher and geneticist will tell you, is to love it.

There was something terribly sad, yet terribly uplifting, about watching this prophet of the ancient art of distance running turning his back on everything except his dream, and heading back down to "the best place in the world to run." Alone.

That was the real secret of the Tarahumara: they'd never forgotten what it felt like to love running. They

Because if you don't think you were born to run, you're not only denying history. You're denying who you are.

Vigil no acababa de dar en el clavo, pero su instinto le decía que había algún tipo de conexión entre la capacidad de amar y la capacidad de amar correr.

Maybe Ron Clarke wasn't being poetic in his description of Zatopek—maybe his expert eye was clinically precise: His love of life shone through every movement. Yes! Love of life! Exactly! That's what got Vigil's heart thumping when he saw Juan and Martimano scramble happy-go-luckily up that dirt hill. He'd found his Natural Born Runner.

Y como todo lo demás que amamos en esta vida -todo aquello que, sentimentalmente, llamamos nuestras "pasiones" y "deseos"-, es realmente una necesidad ancestral codificada. Todos nacimos para correr; todos nacimos porque podemos correr. Todos somos La Gente que Corre, como siempre han sabido los tarahumaras.

I didn't love running, but I wanted to.

Ultrarunners had no reason to cheat, because they had nothing to gain: no fame, no wealth, no medals. No one knew who they were, or cared who won their strange rambles through the woods.

There gradually developed between them a relationship that was not without its ebb and flow. One moment she would receive an invitation to visit Hohenschwangau in the middle of winter… the next she would be told hat she must leave Munich within 34 hours — to which she replied that she knew her rights. One moment the King would be lying passionately at her feet, the next he would forbid her to come near him...