Quotes About Passion

Sometimes there are no happy endings, No matter what, I'll be losing something, someone. But maybe that's what it all comes down to. Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all.

dangerous chemistry

The mind-blowing, ridiculous sex which was the stuff of both poetry and porn - so unlike anything else I had ever experienced before.

It's not that simple or clear-cut - and I wonder if it ever is when it comes to matters of the heart.

No scratch the word career. Careers are people who wish to advance. I only want to survive, draw a paycheck. This is merely a job. I can take or leave this place. I start to imagine quitting and following my yet-to-be-determined passion.

Maybe that's what it all comes down to. Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all

What's not to love' is hardly a reason to love, she says. And the catch of your life is not the same thing as the love of your life. Be careful of that subtle but rather crucial distinction.

But maybe that's what it all comes down to. Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all.

Only boring people get bored.

If she liked him so darn much, she should have done something about it. Taken some real action.

Sometimes there are no happy endings. No matter what, I'll be losing something, someone. But maybe that's what it all comes down to. Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all.

After all, you reach the mundane, comfortable moments only when a relationship is working. When it's not working, the passion morphs into something twisted and dark. Drama. Jealousy. A never-ending power struggle.

I close my eyes, inhale, and feel a rush of heat and energy that takes my breath away. It is the feeling of wanting something so much that it borders on an actual need, and the power and urgency of this need overwhelms me.

But it's not that simple or clear-cut—and I wonder if it ever is when it comes to matters of the heart.

o oposto do amor não é o ódio, é a indiferença. (p. 306) (GIFFIN, 2004.)

Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all.

I've always considered myself lucky that I could mostly earn a living by doing what I love, but a bonus has been the sheer escape that comes with woodworking. What do they call it? Being in the zone or the flow?

I've chased you in my dreams for a long time now

reckless abandon and know that there will be someone

Did you always know you wanted to practice law? She considers this - considers the truth - that she had no real passion for the law, but simply wanted to achieve for the sake of achievement...But of course, she did not divulge any of this, and instead says, No, not really.

Well, they don't make their music just to pass the time," says Jenny, grinning. "Got to want something to sing about it, no?

Ambition was an itch in Mary's show, a maggot in her guts.

This was against every rule I'd been reared by. I kissed her back.

Your own love story? Your paramour may have had lovers before you. But no one has ever loved him the way you do. No one has ever heard music. Not the way you hear it. The songs are beautiful vampires, asleep in your iPod, coming alive at night, aglow. You can have them on your hours, yours to conduct. Music shapes us and we shape it.