Quotes About Passion

What would my life be like if I never had to work again?" "What would I do if I had all the money I needed?

Find a reason greater than reality: the power of spirit If

IF YOU DO NOT HAVE A STRONG REASON, THERE IS NO SENSE READING FURTHER. IT WILL SOUND LIKE TOO MUCH WORK.

Each night I lie and dream about the one Who kissed me and awakened my desire I spent a single hour with him alone And since that hour, my days are layed with fire.

Is it Rilla-my-Rilla?' he asked, meaningly. Emotion shook rilla from head to foot. Joy-happiness-sorrow-fear. every passion that had wrung her heart in those four long years seemed to surge up in her soul for a moment as the deeps of being were stirred. She had tried to speak; at first voice would not come. THen 'Yeth' said Rilla.

I love dancing. I haven't danced since I was sixteen—but I love it. The music seems to run through my veins like quicksilver and I forget everything–everything except the delight of keeping time to it. There isn't any floor beneath me, or walls about me, or roof over me—I'm floating amid the stars.

Gilbert, I'm afraid I'm scandalously in love with you.

You have the itch for writing born in you. It's quite incurable. What are you going to do with it?

Desire grows by what it feeds on.

Rilla was fond of italics, as most girls of fifteen are.

I have made up my mind that I will never marry. I shall be wedded to my art.

Don't give up all your romance, Anne, he whispered shyly, a little bit is a good thing - not too much, of course, but keep a little of it, Anne, keep a little of it.

She was as intense in her hatreds as in her loves.

She thought in exclamation points

but youth yearned to youth.

How terrible it would be to be doing something you didn't like every day

Don't give up all your romance, Anne," he whispered shyly, "a little of it is a good thing—not too much, of course—but keep a little of it, Anne, keep a little of it.

Don't give up all your romance, Anne, he whispered shyly, a little of it is a good thing—not too much, of course—but keep a little of it, Anne, keep a little of

Emotion shook Rilla from head to foot. Joy—happiness—sorrow—fear—every passion that had wrung her heart in those four long years seemed to surge up in her soul for a moment as the deeps of being were stirred. She had tried to speak; at first voice would not come. Then—Yeth, said Rilla.

Love! What a searing, torturing, intolerably sweet thing it was - this possession of body, soul and mind! With something at its core as fine and remote and purely spiritual as the tiny blue spark in the heart of the unbreakable diamond.

I know they'll take their knitting with them everywhere. They simply couldn't be parted from it. They will walk about Westminster Abbey and knit, I feel sure.

When one great passion seizes possession of the soul all other feelings are crowded aside.

shouldn't. I must get out all my ambitions

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