Quotes About Passion

She would give herself violently, then yawn at the wrongest moment. She would spend all one day cleaning up the flat, cooking, ironing. Then, pass the next three or four Boheminanly on the floor in front of the fire, reading Lear, women's magazines, a detective story, Hemingway. Not all at the same time, but bits of all in the same afternoon. She liked doing things, and only then finding a reason for doing them.

Do you know that every great thing in the history of art and every beautiful thing in life is actually what you call nasty or has been caused by feelings that you would call nasty? By passion, by love, by hatred, by truth.

If you are a real artist, you give your whole being to your art. Anything short of that, then you are not an artist.

Singurul lucru cu adev?rat important este s? simÈ›i È™i s? tr?ieÈ™ti pentru lucrurile în care crezi - atâta vreme cât nu te limitezi s? crezi numai în propriul t?u confort.

Trebuie s? faci întotdeauna ceva. Când crezi cu adev?rat în ceva, trebuie s? acÈ›ionezi. A te mulÈ›umi s? vorbeÈ™ti despre acÈ›iune este ca È™i cum te-ai l?uda dinainte cu tablourile pe care ai de gând s? le pictezi. E de cel mai îngrozitor prost gust.

The only thing that really matters is feeling and living what you believe—so long as it's something more than belief in your own comfort.

Iubesc cinstea, È™i libertatea, È™i generozitatea. Iubesc capacitatea de a face ceva, de a crea. Îmi place s? m? implic din plin. Iubesc tot ce nu este static È™i îi ur?sc pe toÈ›i cei care se mulÈ›umesc s? stea de o parte È™i s? ptiveasc?, s? plagieze, pe cei a c?ror inim? a murit înaintea trupului.

I would have gone to bed with him that night. If he had asked. If he had come and kissed me. Not for his sake, but for being alive's.

cras amet qui numquam amavit quique amavit cras amet

Ljubav kao njezina — strastvena, koja obožava, koja štiti, koja ?ezne za potpunim podavanjem i žrtvovanjem same sebe, ali koja potajno traži i punu njegovu ljubav — jer kako bi bez toga mogla ljubiti ponosna žena? — takva ljubav ?ezne uvijek za potpunijim sjedinjenjem, nego što je mogu?e u ovom svijetu, gdje se sve mijenja i pokre?e.

Yes,' muttered Jon, 'life's beastly short. One wants to life forever and know everything.' 'And love everybody?' 'No,' cried Jon; 'I only want to love once - you.

But we all know the power of the passion of love; and I would ask you to remember, gentlemen, in listening to her evidence, that, married to a drunken and violent husband, she has no power to get rid of him; for, as you know, another offence besides violence is necessary to enable a woman to obtain a divorce; and of this offence it does not appear that her husband is guilty.

Smoke! Did all human passion burn away and drift in a blue film over the fields, obscure for a moment the sight of the sun and the shapes of the crops and the trees, then fade into air and leave the clear hard day; and no difference anywhere? Not quite! For smoke was burnt tissue, and where fire had raged there was alteration.

Love is a combination of friendship, passion, and respect.

Increasing tolerance for our differences does not mean passive acceptance of a problematic or passionless relationship. Instead, this healthy adaptation is based on real insight that helps us to understand our partners better and respond in ways that are more loving and will inspire the best in them.

And they drank heavily, partied with great enthusiasm, and relished the drug culture; they moved in and out and slept around, and this was okay because they defined their own morality. They were fighting for the Mexicans and the redwoods, dammit! They had to be good people!

Maybe you should be a lawyer." "I can't think of anything worse.

You don't do it for the money. You do it for your soul.

Something like that. And

She had read somewhere that we often grow to admire, even love, the very thing we so obsessively hate. It can become a part of our life, and we grow to rely on it, to need it. It defines us

Quarry the granite rock with razors, or moor the vessel with a thread of silk; then may you hope with such keen and delicate instruments as human knowledge and human reason to contend against those giants, the passion and the pride of man.

It is love's soft breath on life's dark coals that briefly reds the fire.

All I care about in this goddamn life are me, my drums, and you.

If you don't feel that you are possibly on the edge of humiliating yourself, of losing control of the whole thing, then probably what you are doing isn't very vital.