Quotes About Passion

instead of being in history he was in love

If you're not ready to die for it, put the word 'freedom' out of your vocabulary.

Success follows doing what you want to do. There is no other way to be successful.

The biggest mistake people make in life is not trying to make a living at doing what they most enjoy.

Putting pen to paper lights more fire than matches ever will

It's not how much money we make that ultimately makes us happy between nine and five. It's whether or not our work fulfills us. Being a teacher is meaningful.

Hard work is a prison sentence only if it does not have meaning. Once it does, it becomes the kind of thing that makes you grab your wife around the waist and dance a jig. (150)

How alike are the groans of love, to those of the dying.

No se puede vivir sin amar

hugged and kissed and touched and loved. He lived life large, never

Rock and roll doesn't necessarily mean a band. It doesn't mean a singer, and it doesn't mean a lyric, really. It's that question of trying to be immortal.

So early in my life, I had learned that if you want something, you had better make some noise.

If you're not ready to die for it, take the word 'freedom' out of your vocabulary.

Frustration is one of the greatest things in art; satisfaction is nothing.

Love was like an avalanche, with Sephy and I hand-in-hand racing like hell to get out of it's way-only, instead of running away from it, we kept running straight towards it.

For the love of dick, please fuck me!

His fingers glided under the waistband of his shorts he edged them past his hips, highlighting the delicious V I always called the 'arrow to sexytimes.

I think it was my saliva that unlocked the desire in you, Mads.

I love my work, I love the people I work with, I do the best I can.

Everthing is fear in love and war

I'm not a fetishist, but I love feet. When I see feet, it's simply beautiful.

There's nothing comfortable about love.

O último poema Assim eu quereria o meu último poema. Que fosse terno dizendo as coisas mais simples e menos intencionais Que fosse ardente como um soluço sem lágrimas Que tivesse a beleza das flores quase sem perfume A pureza da chama em que se consomem os diamantes mais límpidos A paixão dos suicidas que se matam sem explicação.

Eu faço versos como quem morre.