Quotes About Passion

If you're living the way you want to, the concept of holidays becomes obsolete.

Tell your mom he said, 'Sibelius.' It's all he thinks about. I mean going there," she added.

it insisted to her that she was a writer, when perhaps she was only a sensitive and loving reader, a lover of literature who thought she wanted to write. I think it was the writing that killed Lilly, because writing can do that. It just burned her up; she wasn't big enough to take the self-abuse of it, to take the constant chipping away – of herself.

IF YOU CARE ABOUT SOMETHING, YOU HAVE TO PROTECT IT -- IF YOU'RE LUCKY ENOUGH TO FIND A WAY OF LIFE YOU LOVE, YOU HAVE TO FIND THE COURAGE TO LIVE IT.

If you're fortunate enough to discover a way of life that you love, you have to find the courage to live it.

If you're lucky enough to find a way of life you love, you have to find the courage to live it.

If you are lucky enough to find a way of life that you love, you have to find the courage to live it.

The classes they taught were for no student's special development; their interests were the subject themselves—their passions were for the politics of the university, or of their own departments within it—and their overall view of us students was that we should conform ourselves to their methods of their disciplines of study.

No matter what my fucking last words were, please say they were these: 'I have always known that the pursuit of excellence is a lethal habit.

But in her first days with us, Susie was a bear on the rape issue—and on a lot of other issues, too.

Whether this is your first Star Wars adventure, or one of many over the years: Thank you. Thank you for your dedication to and passion for the Star Wars galaxy. Because of fans like you around the world, the Force will be with us, always. Dave Filoni Executive Producer and Supervising Director, Star Wars Rebels

As I grew up I was fervently desirous of becoming acquainted with Nature.

The excellence of every Art is its intensity.

If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.

You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour...

I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.

You are always new. THe last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest. When you pass'd my window home yesterday, I was fill'd with as much admiration as if I had then seen you for the first time...Even if you did not love me I could not help an entire devotion to you.

Thou art a dreaming thing, A fever of thyself.

I never knew before, what such a love as you have made me feel, was; I did not believe in it; my Fancy was afraid of it, lest it should burn me up. But if you will fully love me, though there may be some fire, 'twill not be more than we can bear when moistened and bedewed with Pleasures.

To feel forever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever-or else swoon in death.

Alas! when passion is both meek and wild!

I find I cannot exist without Poetry

Love is my religion--I could die for it.

The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.