Quotes About Passion

Like most passionate nations, Texas has its own history based on, but not limited by, facts.

And he didn't get tired or sleepy, for the beauty burned in him like fire.

And is usually true of a man of one idea, [Charles] became obsessed.

The passion to produce is very great. One man, who has not yet been assigned his little garden plot, is hopefully watering a jimson weed simply to have something of his own growing.

The party had all the best qualities of a riot and a night on the barricades.

Love and fighting, and a little wine. Then you are always young, always happy.

Tom , the third son, was most like his father. He was born in fury and he lived in lightning.Tom came headlong into life. He was a giant in joy and enthusiasms. He didn't discover the world and its people, he created them..He lived in a world shining and fresh and as uninspected as Eden on the sixth day.

He was born in fury and he lived in lightning.

Muscles aching to work, minds aching to create beyond the single need-this is man.

It was his first experience with this kind of love and it nearly killed him.

I think perhaps I am one of those lucky mortals whose work and whose life are the same thing.

Poetry was a secret vice, and properly so.

You've never had a quick jump in the hay in your life. I could learn, maybe. You couldn't fornicate if you wanted to. I could try. It would take love or hatred to arouse you, and either one would require a slow and stately procedure.

He was concupiscent as a rabbit and gentle as hell.

When you are writing, you must treat it as the most important thing in the world, even when you know it is not. This helps you take the job seriously and do your best on everything you write.

The honest preachers had energy and go. They fought the devil, no holds barred, boots and eye-gouging permitted. You might get the idea that they howled truth and beauty the way a seal bites out the National Anthem on a row of circus horns.

As is usually true of a man of one idea, he became obsessed.

Do you know, I loved you better than anything in the world? I did. It was so strong that it took quite a killing.

This must be a good book," he wrote in Working Days on June 10, 1938. "It simply must. I haven't any choice. It must be far and away the best thing I have ever attempted—slow but sure, piling detail on detail until a picture and an experience emerge. Until the whole throbbing thing emerges.

A writer and his work is and should be like a surly dog with a bone, suspicious of everyone, trusting no one, loving no one. It's hard to justify such a life but that's the way it is if it is done well.

Indeed, most of their vices are attempted short cuts to love.

And the greatest foolishness of all lies in the fact that to do it at all, the writer must believe that what he is doing is the most important thing in the world. And he must hold to this illusion even when he knows it is not true. If he does not, the work is not worth even what it otherwise might have been.

E nei loro occhi cresce il furore. Nell'anima degli affamati i semi del furore sono diventati acini, e gli acini ormai grappoli maturi per la vendemmia.

Civil war is supposed to be the bitterest of wars, and surely family politics are the most vehement and venomous. I can discuss politics coldly and analytically with strangers. That was not possible with my sisters. We ended each session panting and spent with rage. On no point was there any compromise. No quarter was asked or given.