Quotes About Passion

Dem Manne muß die Musik Feuer aus dem Geist schlagen.

To make a mistake is insignificant. To play without passion is inexcusable.

Deine Liebe macht mich zum glücklichsten und zum unglücklichsten zugleich.

Is it not beautiful?

Don't only practice your art, but force your way into its secrets, for it and knowledge can raise men to the divine.

To play without passion is inexcusable!

I would rather write 10,000 notes than a single letter of the alphabet.

Music should strike fire from the heart of man, and bring tears from the eyes of woman.

To play a wrong note is insignificant; to play without passion is inexcusable.

someone who could love so hard and so well could also hate, and hurt, as deeply

Is it really worth dying for the person you love?

A filament of sensation sizzled between them, like a thin string of kerosene that, for the love of a match, could turn into a wall of fire.

Isn't that what true romance is supposed to be about? Finding the person who's your soul mate. Someone you dream about at night. Someone whose name is on your lips when you wake up in the morning.

Science is less messy than emotion

Sometimes you can't tell how consuming love is until you can see its absence

She touched him and found that even something as innocent as the lacing of their fingers could raise all the hairs on the back of her neck and make her blood beat faster.

We were gasoline poured onto fire. With you I burned twice as high and hot. This is why you and I could never have stayed together. We would have consumed each other until there was nothing left.

In the darkest crease of the night, I would love you until the moon lost its footing in the sky.

You say I love you, but it's no longer like throwing open the windows of your heart. You say it the way you'd say It's Tuesday or I'm a brunette: matter-of-fact, a truth, a statement. Not an exaltation. Not a miracle. You wonder when the core of love changed from passion to compassion.

She sobbed the way she did everything else- with passion and excess.

He swaggered over to my mother, and kissed her so long and slow that my own cheeks started to burn, because I was sure the neighbors would see. When he lifted his head, my mother's eyes were a color I had never seen before and don't think I have ever seen again.

Loves a tidal wave...because it sucks you under and you drown.

In the darkest crease of the night, that she would love me until the moon lost its footing in the sky.

When was the last time he'd been swallowed whole by love?