Quotes About Passion

There's something insupportable about being pissed with the one person on this planet that sends your adrenaline flowing to remind you that you're alive. It's almost like we're mad because we've been shocked out of our usual comatose state of being by feeling something for someone, for ourselves, for just a moment.

I don't know why so many of our ideals were stamped out like cigarette butts when we believed in them so furiously. Perhaps we were not furious enough.

Papá, es que yo quiero estar siempre en el cine, quiero vivir en el cine...

No me detendré jamás, mientras me quede vida —se decía, contemplando aquella vasta tierra despoblada y espantosamente solitaria—, hasta que ni un palmo de tierra quede oculta a mis ojos y hollada por mi pie.» «Sólo se sabía prisionero de aquel íntimo deseo, de aquel sueño, de aquella fiebre de la que nadie hacía partícipe. Pues esta sed era mayor que todas las sedes, y esta hambre, mayor que hambre alguna.

My plan is to continue teaching many more years than the 32 years I've already enjoyed and continue writing, and promoting my books and websites if it's God will.

Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.

Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.

Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit, mechanical, overdone, when it becomes a mechanistic obsession. It becomes a bore.

I both love and do not love; am mad and not mad.

My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.

I'll curse all dull Sobriety, Fill'd with Wine's delicious Charms, Fill'd with a Mistress in my Arms.

But O! my heart, what shade can prove Thy guard against this heat of Love?

Pretty Rose, thou gaudy flower, Sacred to Love's almighty power, Whence there's no Lover ever seeks, But finds Thee in his Mistress' cheeks.

I both love and do not love, and am mad and am not mad.

Jazz is the music of the body

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.

If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it.

Two people making love, she once said, are like one drowned person resuscitating the other.

I'm filled with desire—to live, to write, to do everything. Desire itself is a kind of immortality.

Love, truth, beauty, wisdom, and consolation against death. - Anatole Broyard in his dislike of "Lending Books" from editor Rabinowitz's collection "A Passion for Books

I prefer the folly of enthusiasm to the indifference of wisdom.

To die for an idea is to set a rather high price upon conjecture.

To be willing to die for an idea is to set a rather high price on conjecture.

Veo aquí materia suficiente para formar muchos Tomás de Aquino y muchos Arrios, si las inteligencias no hubieran perdido su antiguo ardor lo mismo para el bien que para el mal.