Quotes About Passion

A man driven by rage may stumble, in his passion, onto truth.

What about -- not sex -- but love?' 'Love is another name for sex.' 'Like love of country,' Rick said. 'Love of music.

He was interested in only one thing: turning out the best job he could, with the skill he possessed.

Sex means nothing--just the moment of ecstasy, that flares and dies in minutes.

Men and women are moved by tides much fiercer than you can imagine, and they sweep us all up into the current.

To get the best out of life here ...Good grief. There's plenty of it about, so indulge. Give yourself some thing to remember. Fall in love. Fall out of love. Gamble. Get drunk. See how long you can stay awake. Go for long walks at night. Discover what you're afraid of doing, and then do it.

If you want to write anything that works, you have to go with the grain of your talent, not against it. If your talent is inert and sullen in the face of business or politics...but takes fire at the thought of ghosts and vampires and witches and demons then feed the flames, feed the flames.

Looking at them now, thought Jim, you'd never believe they weren't in love with each other, and not with a hopeless, doomed obsession like poor Isabel Meredith. This was what love ought to be like: playful and passionate and teasing, and dangerous, too, with sharp intelligence in it.

Well, said Mary, love is ferocious, too.

I have maintained a passionate interest in education, which leads me occasionally to make foolish and ill-considered remarks alleging that not everything is well in our schools. My main concern is that an over-emphasis on testing and league tables has led to a lack of time and freedom for a true, imaginative and humane engagement with literature.

It might have been a new way for her heart to beat.

All she knew was that she must be in love with someone, or she wouldn't feel so miserable.

And barely ten minutes later the soft sound of wingbeats came to their ears, and Balthamos stood up eagerly. The next moment, the two angels were embracing, and Will, gazing into the flames, saw their mutual affection. More than affection: they loved each other with a passion.

Like two moths clumsily bumping together, with no more weight than that, their lips touched. Then before they knew how it happened, they were clinging together, blindly pressing their faces towards each other.

Where did this love come from? I don't know; it came to me like a thief in the night, and now I love her so much my heart is bursting with it.

A genuine scientist would love the subject for itself; I think I love science for the stories that are told about it.

To be sure, there's a warm passion behind what you say. But if you give in to that passion, friends, you're a doing what I always warned you agin: you're a placing the satisfaction of your own feelings above the work you have to do.

Lyra swore with every word she knew.

her eyes glittered, and her expression was so serious and absorbed that Will could have fallen in love with her again if love didn't already possess every fibre of his being.

You shouldn't do it if you hate it. That's just prostitution.

I want to live with you for ever. I want to kiss you and lie down with you and wake up with you every day of my life until I die, years and years and years away.

I want to live with you forever. I want to kiss you and lie down with you and wake up with you every day of my life till I die, years and years and years away. I don't want a memory, just a memory

Adelaide played statecraft with all the guile and passion that she put into her other games, and Becky began to realize that perhaps she had been preparing for this with every throw of the dice, every move of a chess piece.

Spirit is what matter does.