Quotes About Passion

When I was a 7-year-old girl, in my bedroom, on my karaoke machine, I would sing 'On My Own' or do a one-woman version of 'Les Miserables.'

I couldn't understand why I was in Indo-China. What was I doing there? Why was I talking to these people? Why was I dressed so oddly? My passion was dead. For years it had rolled over and submerged me; now I felt empty.

Descoperind c? sunt mic,n-am mai cunoscut decât o singur? lege:s? m? ca??r. Am devenit tr?d?tor ÅŸi am r?mas tr?d?tor.În zadar m? implic total în ceea ce fac,m? d?ruiesc f?r? preget muncii,maniei,prieteniei,peste o clip? am s? m? reneg,o ÅŸtiu,ÅŸi m? tr?dez de pe acum,în plin? pasiune voioas? a viitoarei mele tr?d?ri.

C'est la nuit, qui abolit tout, fatigues et passions. Les opprimés dorment, les révoltés aussi; le monde est enseveli, l'histoire reprend haleine. Il reste, dans une bulle de lumière entourée de néant, cette élite qui veille, tout occupée de ses cérémonies.

You know, it's quite an undertaking to start loving somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness …. There is even a moment, right at the start, where you have to jump across an abyss: if you think about it you don't do it.

I'll rise like an ember in your name.

My body turns and yearns for a sleep That won't ever come It's never over, My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder It's never over, all my riches for her smiles When I slept so soft against her It's never over, All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter It's never over, She is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

Don't die to see me, live to love me.

I enjoy my work; sorry if that bothers you.

Yes," I said. "It is a bit over-the-top." "That's their world," Brian said with a shrug. "They seem to enjoy histrionics.

Show that good old team spirit. Wave the flag, give 'em hell, and all that.

joy. For the first time in my memory, as these passionate strange sensations washed over and through me and finally out and away—for the first time ever I felt something new, different, and unwelcome. I was afraid.

For the first time in my memory, as these passionate strange sensations washed over and through me and finally out and away—for the first time ever I felt something new, different, and unwelcome. I was afraid. I could not say why, or of what, which made it much worse, a lonely unknown fear that roiled through me and echoed off the empty places and drove away everything but the picture of that bull's head and the fear.

Love, Colter Shaw had learned, could be an endlessly refillable prescription of madness.

For the Indians, cricket is not a game, it's a religion.

Proust said, we all end up doing the thing we're second best at.

Divorce never. Murder several times.

We all have to be knowledgeable about something, and Cheddar is my specialty.

pencil hadn't stopped scribbling

Act Different, Think Different, Make a Difference "Care about something enough to do something about it." —Richard Branson, founder, Virgin Inc.

Words, words, word. Once, I had the gift. I could make love out of words as a potter makes cups of clay. Love that overthrows empire. Love that binds two hearts together, come hellfire & brimstone. For sixpence a line, I could cause a riot in a nunnery. But now -- I have lost my gift. It's as if my quill is broken, as if the organ of my imagination has dried up, as if the proud -illegible word- of my genius has collapsed.

Every letter was a love letter.

We lost them in the vastness of their dresses and found them again, squeezed the pulp of their bodies and inhaled the perfume of their exertion. A few of us grew brave enough to insert our legs between theirs and to press our agony against them.

Two things mania did were to keep you up all night and to enable nonstop sex: pretty much the definition of college.