Quotes About Passion

Knowing your purpose motivates your life.

Knowing your purpose focuses your life.

Most men lead lives of aimless distraction.

You cannot keep yourself from talking about what you care about most. Jesus said, "A man's heart determines his speech.

Knowing your purpose motivates your life. Purpose always produces passion. Nothing energizes like a clear purpose. On the other hand, passion dissipates when you lack a purpose. Just getting out of bed becomes a major chore. It is usually meaningless work, not overwork, that wears us down, saps our strength, and robs our joy.

Whatever is at the center of your life is your god

Knowing your purpose gives your life meaning, simplicity, focus and motivation. It also prepares you for eternity.

Pain is the fuel of passion — it energizes us with an intensity to change that we don't normally possess. C. S. Lewis said, "Pain is God's megaphone." It is God's way of arousing us from spiritual lethargy. Your problems are not punishment; they are wake-up calls from a loving God. God is not mad at you; he's mad about you, and he will do whatever it takes to bring you back into fellowship with him.

Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men.

But wasn't artistic endeavor the final refuge of the uncommitted?

What he discovered was that the great novels of the world were about three things—death, money and sex. Occasionally a whale.

Half delirious, I slipped my hands around Whit's thick neck. The second Idid he got confident.His mouth moved over mine in a rough, unpracticed, awkward back-and-forth motion, so fast it was as if he was trying to create fire with our lips.

I love you, only you; no one but you. It was you who awoke me last summer out of a life-long, stupid dream.

I couldn't help loving you if you were ten times his wife; but so long as I went away from you and kept away I could help telling you so.

when he possessed her, they seemed to swoon together at the very borderland of life's mystery.

She waited for the material pictures which she thought would gather and blaze before her imagination. She waited in vain. She saw no pictures of solitude, of hope, of longing, or of despair. But the very passions themselves were aroused within her soul, swaying it, lashing it, as the waves daily beat upon her splendid body. She trembled, she was choking, and the tears blinded her.

The heart jealous of the soul!

It was the first kiss of her life to which her nature had really responded. It was a flaming torch that kindled desire.

I leave such ventures ti you younger men with the fever of life still in your blood.

She was a grown young woman when she was overtaken by what she supposed to be the climax of her fate. It was when the face and figure of a great tragedian began to haunt her imagination and stir her senses. The persistence of the infatuation lent it an aspect of genuineness. The hopelessness of it colored it with the lofty tones of a great passion.

But the very passions themselves were aroused within her soul, swaying it, lashing it, as the waves daily beat upon her splendid body. She trembled, she was choking, and the tears blinded her.

The soul of her youth clamored for its rights; for a share in the world's glory and exultation.

She grew fond of her husband, realizing with some unaccountable satisfaction that no trace of passion or excessive and fictitious warmth colored her affection, thereby threatening its dissolution.

Religion, loyalty, everything would give way if only you cared.