Quotes About Passion

Lo recuerdo (yo no tengo derecho a pronunciar ese verbo sagrado, sólo un hombre en la tierra tuvo derecho y ese hombre ha muerto) con una oscura pasionaria en la mano, viéndola como nadie la ha visto, aunque la mirara desde el crepúsculo del día hasta el de la noche, toda una vida entera.

In the depths of the siesta amorous doves called huskily;

I think of myself as being essentially a reader. I have ventured into writing, but I think what I have read is far more important than what I have written. For one reads what one likes—yet one writes not what one would like to write but what one is able to write.

Football is one of England's biggest crimes.

A writer lives. The task of being a poet is not completed at a fixed schedule. No one is a poet from eight to twelve and from two to six. Whoever is a poet is one always, and continually assaulted by poetry.

I remember him (I have no right to utter this sacred verb, only one man on earth had that right and he is dead) with a dark passion flower in hand, seeing it as no one has ever seen it, though he might look at it from the twilight of dawn til that of evening, a whole lifetime.

Before I ever wrote a single line, I knew, in some mysterious and therefore unequivocal way, that I was destined for literature. What I didn't realize at first is that besides being destined to be a reader, I was also destined to be a writer, and I don't think one is less important than the other.

Perfilados bien por un fondo de paredes celestes o de cielo alto, dos compadritos envainados en seria ropa negra bailan sobre zapatos de mujer un baile gravísimo, que es el de los cuchillos parejos, haste que de una oreja salta un clavel porque el cuchillo ha entrado en un hombre, que cierra con su muerte horizontal el baile sin música.

No nos une el amor sino el espanto; Será por eso que la quiero tanto.

Vibrante en las espadas y en la pasión y dormidas en la hiedra, solo la vida existe. El espacio y el tiempo son formas suyas, son instrumentos mágicos del alma, y cuando ésta se apague, se apagarán con ella el espacio, el tiempo y la muerte, como al cesar la luz caduca el simulacro de los espejos. ('La recoleta', Luna de enfrente - 1925)

It's the only dish I serve my craziness for color in.

Even the unhappy lover is happier than the nonlover, with whom the lover would never change places. In the fact of loving he has already partaken of something beloved.

Aurore sketched—it would always be her pleasure—and scribbled—it was her passion...

In May 1830, when in Paris alone with little Maurice, she found herself going to museums—the Louvre, the Luxembourg. It was not the first time, but she returned again and again, as if drunk and nailed to the Titians, the Tintorettos, the Rubens. She suddenly responded to painting as she had long before to music. Whatever métier, whatever trade or profession she would choose, she knew she would be an artist—in letters, in life, in her very being.

Plain and simply, a love lyric is one's soul set in motion. If it's good, it may do the same to you.

Instead of clearing his own heart the zealot tries to clear the world.

I think the person who takes a job in order to live - that is to say, for the money [not for purpose or passion]- has turned himself into a slave.

Love is the burning point of life, and since all life is sorrowful, so is love. The stronger the love, the more the pain. Love itself is pain, you might say -the pain of being truly alive. [...] But love bears all things. [...] Love itself is pain, you might say - the pain of being truly alive.

Follow your bliss and doors will open where there were no doors before.

Following your bliss is not self-indulgent, but vital; your whole physical system knows that this is the way to be alive in this world and the way to give to the world the very best that you have to offer. There IS a track just waiting for each of us and once on it, doors will open that were not open before and would not open for anyone else.

Poets are simply those who have made a profession ans a lifestyle of being in touch with their bliss.

If you follow your bliss, you put yourself on a kind of track which has been there all the while waiting for you, and the life that you ought to be living is the one that you ARE living.

I don't believe in being interested in a subject just because it's said to be important. I believe in being caught by it somehow or other.

I say, follow your bliss and don't be afraid, and doors will open where you didn't know they were going to be.