Quotes About Passion

O leg?tur? spiritual-sufleteasc? de maxim? intensitate, concretizat? fizic-iat? ce înseamn? iubirea...

Omul este un actor des?vârÈ™it È™i are o pasiune pentru rolurile lacrimogene.

As bombs fell, libidos soared. . . Young people were reluctant to contemplate death without having shared their bodies with someone else. It was sex at its sweetest: not for money or marriage, but for love of being alive and wanting to give.

Oh tais-toi mon coeur." ("Be quiet, my heart.")

Be the kind of people that have enough passion to change the world. If we let ourselves be fire, thunder, or lightning, we could alter everything.

because I figured out who I was- the man who had been born to love you.

Because if you're drunk on sex and love, then I'm fucking wasted.

I'd pull your pants down and let you ride me right here.

Marriage is a working relationship. It has its moments of genuine, downright boredom. That's the trouble with Daphne. She can't stand being bored. She has to be in love—madly in love, and it's difficult to be madly in love with a husband three hundred and sixty-five days of the year.

Sartre has called man a useless passion because he is so hopelessly bungled, so deluded about his true condition. He wants to be a god with only the equipment of an animal, and so he thrives on fantasies. As Ortega so well put it in the epigraph we have used for this chapter, man uses his ideas for the defense of his existence, to frighten away reality. This is a serious game, the defense of one's existence-how take it away from people and leave them joyous?

The urge to immortality is not a simple reflex of the death-anxiety but a reaching out by one's whole being toward life. Perhaps this natural expansion of the creature alone can explain why transference is such a universal passion.

Even in our passions we are nursery children playing with toys that represent the real world. Even when these toys crash and cost us our lives or our sanity, we are cheated of the consolation that we were in the real world instead of the playpen of our fantasies.

You knew, Monsieur Carrados, reiterated Dompierre, and yet you ventured here. You are either a fool or a hero. An enthusiast—it is the same thing as both, interposed the lady.

Live the full life of the mind, exhilarated by new ideas, intoxicated by the Romance of the unusual.

I am always in love.

Do you suffer when you write? I don't at all. Suffer like a bastard when don't write, or just before, and feel empty and fucked out afterwards. But never feel as good as while writing.

When I saw her I was in love with her. Everything turned over inside of me. She looked toward the door, saw there was no one, then she sat on the side of the bed and leaned over and kissed me.

Never fall in love? Always, said the count. I am always in love.

There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein.

When you stop doing things for fun you might as well be dead.

You'll ache. And you're going to love it. It will crush you. And you're still going to love all of it. Doesn't it sound lovely beyond belief?

Go all the way with it. Do not back off. For once, go all the goddamn way with what matters.

I believe that basically you write for two people; yourself to try and make it absolutely perfect; or if not that then wonderful. Then you write for who you love whether they can read or write or not and whether they are alive or dead.

Perhaps I should not have been a fisherman, he thought. But that was the thing that I was born for.