Quotes About Passion

The bottom line is that musicians love to make music and always will.

but the truth is that it is only in knowing who you are at your core and staying true to yourself that you can possibly see the difference between passion and real love.

There wasn't an in-between for me. I lived at extremes. And maybe I'd die at them too.

Some people just need to be flying tackled.

Actively hating your newfound popularity with a fiery passion can really take a lot out off you

All I knew was that Skye had been right. Jameson was hungry. And so am I.

had what could probably have been classified as a book addiction.

So take whatever time you need. Figure out how you feel. Figure out if Dean makes you feel the way I do, if he'll ever let you in, and if you want him to, because the next time my lips touch yours, the next time your hands are buried in my hair—the only person you're going to be thinking about is me.

Let your anger light a fire that the world will never extinguish.

Jameson Winchester Hawthorne loved me. He loved me, and I loved him.

People loved a good creepy story. The need was almost primal: to hear them, have them chill you, then pass them along, embellished with your own details. Fear was a drug, and these stories were a delivery method.

She was his great adventure; his love for her had taken him places he'd never dreamed of going.

How can you dream if you don't have a soul?

I draw from the absurd three consequences. Which are my revolt, my freedom, and my passion.

You make me love you...

And then she kisses me. It's the kind of kiss that makes me lose track of everything, and so it may take hours or minutes by the time we break apart.

You are driving me crazy. You have been driving me crazy for weeks.

You make me love you, and that could be the greatest thing my heart was ever fit to do.

I like writing, but I like a lot of things. Maybe out of those things, I'm best at writing. Maybe it's what I like best of all. Maybe it's where I've always felt most at home. Or maybe the writing part of me is over. Maybe there's something else I'm supposed to do instead. I don't know.

The thing about eating is that there are so many other more interesting things to do. I feel the same way about sleeping. Complete wastes of time.

Or we can make out.

I wish my heart wouldn't beat so fast.

But come to think of it, after a lifetime of feeling too much, maybe there's actually something to be said for fast and sudden.

Who cares for Algebra? Who delights in solving math? I only want to live my life Along the creative path.