Quotes About Passion

No matter how much you know, no matter how much you think, no matter how much you plot and you connive and you plan, you're not superior to sex. It's a very risky game. A man wouldn't have two-thirds of the problems he has if he didn't venture off to get fucked. It's sex that disorders our normally ordered lives.

"Fool!" said my muse to me, "look in thy heart, and write."

Who will be taught, if he be not moved with desire to be taught?

I wanted her body and soul, but body first.

Katsu is the roar of a person who knows what it means to be alive.

If you pick up a guitar and it says, "Take me, I'm yours," then that's the one for you. —Frank Zappa

Baseball is too much of a sport to be called a business, and too much of a business to be called a sport.

Passion does not translate easily into good income.

Christians who like to write might do as a description of the genus. But the actual species shared more precise characteristics, including intellectual vivacity, love of death, conservative politics, memories of war, and a passion for beef, beer, and verbal battle.

Ciertamente, el amor es la madre de la sabiduría, pero la pasión lo es de la estupidez.

I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't do anything but think about him. At night I dream of him, all day I wait to see him, and when I do see him my heart turns over and I think I will faint with desire.

I had the time to think all the way home about how affairs of the body are so much more preferable to affairs of the heart, but that sometimes you don't have the choice.

This feeling of love, it transports me, it makes me happy. At the same time, it consumes me and makes me miserable, the way all impossible loves are miserable.

Desire does not go out like a match, it extinguishes slowly as it burns into ash.

He groans, no longer able to contain it, a sound that he releases maybe without even realizing it himself; he moves me tremendously. As I've said, nothing in life moves me more than these moments of pure abandon, of self-oblivion.

I'm in this state of one-way desire. I feel this desire swarming in my belly and running up my spine. But I have to constantly contain and compress it so that it doesn't betray me in front of others. Because I've already understood that desire is visible.

Finally, slowly, I raise my head and lean back on my elbows and take in the sight of him. I'm struck by his voracity. He's like a ravenous child who has just been given food and prefers to choke on it. I'm not sure where this need for another man's sex comes from but I sense that on the other side of all the repression and self-censoring there exists an equally powerful fever.

I listen to you, but all I want to remember is your skin, your smell, the life that pulses within you.

We should always make love as though for the first time, with the nervous passion of those who have never known this moment, and the unashamed good fortune of novices.

Ik ben vijftien. Ik heb al honderden boeken gelezen. Ik voel me zwaar van al die boeken, een heerlijke zwaarte. Ik zal mijn leven lang blijven lezen. Ik zal er mijn beroep van maken. Ik word leraar. Een leraar van een bijzondere soort die nooit lesgeeft, die geen leerlingen heeft, maar boeken schrijft over wat hij gelezen heeft, met als doel anderen het verlangen en de behoefte te geven om hem na te volgen.

Tôi ch?c ch?n r?ng khi t?p trung cao ??, ng??i ta ch? có th? nghe th?y ti?ng c?a m?t cây violon n?u ng??i ta th?c s? mu?n làm ?i?u ?ó. Và ti?ng ch? c?a m?t cây sáo hay m?t cây ??i h? c?m.

There is no such thing as motivation in my world. I am not motivated to do what I do. As an artist, I am driven, I am compelled, I am thrust forward by a force so rooted inside me, so convincing, that it seems futile to try to explain it. Although it has a name: passion.

Would anyone but a crazed bicephalous being, half engineer, half poet, willingly shackle himself to a venture of such magnitude? I am prisoner of my dream.

I kept talking until the coup and its various acts and scenes dissolved into a liquid mass that infiltrated my veins—until the air I breathed was the plan itself. Until I became the plan