Quotes About Passion

To multiply the years and divide by the desire to live is a kind of false accounting.

When her mouth found mine I disassembled. Not exploded like a bomb or anything, but came apart. A few pieces at a time. They floated away, went into a kind of orbit. A splintering galaxy. An extravagant slow motion annihilation. The only center was her mouth, her hair. It was her. A reconstitution around the core of her.

Watch anyone enter their arena of real mastery and you see it, the growing bigger than themselves. Love that.

Nobody on earth is more righteous than a seventeen year old. (244)

Is it possible to love so desperately that life is unbearable? I don't mean unrequited, I mean being in the love. In the midst of it and desperate. Because knowing it will end, because everything does. End.

I never thought I would be a painter. That I might make a world and walk into it and forget myself. That art would be something I would not have any way of not doing.

What more really can be at stake except life itself, which is why maybe artists are always equating the two and driving everybody crazy by insisting that art is life. Well. Cut us some slack. It's harder work than one might imagine, and riskier, and takes a very special and dear kind of mad person.

broader, a planet with more gravity than it had before. That was part of it. Watch anyone enter their arena of real mastery and you see it, the growing bigger than themselves. Love that.

I know now that I loved him more than anything on earth or off of it.

He felt wreathed in the music of language, and as long as he heard it and could write it down, as long as the pulse was in his veins, he didn't care if he lived out of the back of a truck or in some crappy rent-by-the-week for the rest of his life.

We made love again. This time it was me who asked. Lying there again, on the bed, this time with heat, almost an oven heat, coming through the screen, and sweat instead of tears, I wondered how simple we really are. That we can do the same things again and again and again and find them interesting, even fascinating and seek the repetition with a hunger as avid. How fishing was like that, and painting.

I went whole hog at the actor's lifestyle - really embraced it. I had by then known how much I loved acting already, because I discovered acting from a teacher in the seminary - that's the first place I ever did it, in the seminary.

After some time, Davidís son Amnon fell in love with Tamar, the beautiful sister of Davidís son Absalom.

For I am full of words, and my spirit within me compels me.

My heart grew hot within me; as I mused, the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue:

My zeal has consumed me because my foes forget Your words.

Come, let us take our fill of love till morning. Let us delight in loving caresses!

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.

My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.

Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.

My beloved put his hand to the latch; my heart pounded for him.

O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you, if you find my beloved, tell him I am sick with love.

My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.

Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.