Quotes About Passion

The hour has come to leave for the meeting place where I show him my face. He shall see the dark fire of my eyes and hear the wild wind in my voice. He will feel my presence full of stars, scanning his soul, and he shall know my raw power in his bones. I go to the meeting place where he will surrender to my fierce energy. The dancing, brooding passion goes in the cloak of night to where the human dares not go, but must. I am his destiny and his death, and he knows not my name.

If a man loves the labour of his trade, apart from any question of success or fame, the gods have called him.

To be wholly devoted to some intellectual exercise is to have succeeded in life.

If a man love the labour of any trade apart from any question of success or fame, the gods have called him.

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Our cost Is nothing to the lovers, whoring Mars And Venus, father's lover.

What we love we are.

No doubt there are other important things in life besides conflict, but there are not many other things so inevitably interesting. The very saints interest us most when we think of them as enganged in a conflict with the Devil.

To be successful in the field, a Monuments officer would need not just knowledge; he would need passion, smarts, flexibility, an understanding of military culture: the way of the gun, the chain of command. In Balfour, Stout saw that mix of keen intellect, practical instincts and respect for the uniform. And it gave him confidence. Just

Fear is the strong passion; it is with fear that you must trifle, if you wish to taste the intensest joys of living. Robert Louis Stevenson, 1886

Relativity, he reflected, was simple compared to the mysteries of Eros.

But how could she have forgotten who he was—a man who could lose himself in a single book, not to mention a world-class, open-stack library, for hours on end?

The art of teaching consists in large part of interesting people in things that ought to interest them, but do not

There's never been a time in my life that I wasn't impatient, ecstatic one moment, morbid as hell another, and ready to be reckless almost any time.

The most important question we ask when writing a Love Story is: "What's to stop them?" For where's the story in a Love Story? Two people meet, fall in love, marry, raise a family, support each other till death do them part … what could be more boring than that?

In life, idea and emotion come separately. Mind and passions revolve in different spheres of our humanity, rarely coordinated, usually at odds. In fact, in life, moments that blaze with a fusion of idea and emotion are so rare, when they happen you think you're having a religious experience. But whereas life separates meaning from emotion, art unites them. Story is an instrument by which you create such epiphanies at will, the phenomenon known as aesthetic emotion.

Generally, great writers are not eclectic. Each tightly focuses his oeuvre on one idea, a single subject that ignites his passion, a subject he pursues with beautiful variation through a lifetime of work.

Good story' means something worth telling that the world wants to hear. Finding this is your lonely task...But the love of a good story, of terrific characters and a world driven by your passion, courage, and creative gifts is still not enough. Your goal must be a good story well told.

A lawyer caught in the toils of a murder case is like a man newly fallen in love: his involvement is total.

Siento que la vida exige emociones, no reflexiones.

I'm not here to write, I'm here to be mad.

Artists, as a rule, understand nothing about business, or, for some reason or other, they aren't allowed to understand anything about it.

For it was inevitable that something a person was fond of, something he felt bound and conjoined to, would cause him distress as well: he would have to struggle with it, there would be much about it that displeased him, and at times he would even hate it because he had always felt so powerfully drawn to it.

Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to fuck is infinite; it surpasses our own deaths, our fears, our hopes for peace.