Quotes About Passion

all work is worth doing well. And there are things to be enjoyed about most jobs...

Better to write for yourself and have no public; than to write for the public and have no self.

We must select the illusion which appeals to our temperament and embrace it with passion, if we want to be happy

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.

Purity engenders Wisdom, Passion avarice, and Ignorance folly, infatuation and darkness.

A life based on reason will always require to be balanced by an occasional bout of violent and irrational emotion, for the instinctual drives must be satisfied.

The creative act of the artist lifts him above himself by demanding full surrender. No one puts words on paper or paint on canvas, doubting. If one doubts, one does so five minutes later...

Poetry is the passionate pursuit of the real.

I believe especially in being warm-hearted in love, in fucking with a warm heart. I believe if men could fuck with warm hearts, and the women take it warm-heartedly, everything would come all right. It's all this cold-hearted fucking that is death and idiocy.

You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And I should die there smothered.

It was an eye-opener to Charlotte that she could love somebody in this mad way with a wild sweet tenerness that made everything he touched precious to her.

I'll read it," he said, smiling. " But you needn't worry. As long as you write about things that interest you your books will interest other people. Just keep on writing. Don't stop.

Perhaps it was inevitable that this quixotic boy should fall in love with Mary Kerr. She was so small and frail, so pathetic in her helplessness, and in her resignation to her fate. The boatman seemed a bully — the most despicable trait in the boy's eyes; sympathy for her came to him at their first meeting, a passionate pity that wrung his tender heart, and love followed with startling rapidity.

Love isn't warmth and coiness; it's fire and glory!

The tragedy is when you've got sex in the head instead of down where it belongs.

Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.

But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.

It was not the passion that was new to her, it was the yearning adoration. She knew she had always feared it, for it left her helpless; she feared it still, lest if she adored him too much, then she would lose herself, become effaced, and she did not want to be effaced, a slave, like a savage woman. She must not become a slave. She feared her adoration, yet she would not at once fight against it.

We fucked a flame into being.

If you work hard doing the wrong job, is it really work? Or is it some kind of fakery?

I think by around the time I was about 8 or 9, the idea of filmmaking probably took hold. I made little Super 8 extravaganzas when I was a kid, the first being my own version of 'Romeo and Juliet,' and where I played all the parts except for Juliet.

My version of lip-synching is singing full-out with the track.

You'd have to go all the way back to 1972 to find a version of me who didn't care about theater, who didn't read Playbill and watch the Tony Awards, or get why Bob Fosse's choreography was so groundbreaking that all you need to say is 'Fosse hands' and theater people know what you mean.

I'd love to do another film version of 'Romeo & Juliet.' I'm not too picky as long as it's a good story.