Quotes About Passion

The Dancer believes that his art has something to say which cannot be expressed in words or in any other way than by dancing.

More and more it seems to me that about the best thing in life is to have a piece of work worth doing and then to do it well.

I don't know much about creative writing programs. But they're not telling the truth if they don't teach, one, that writing is hard work, and, two, that you have to give up a great deal of life, your personal life, to be a writer.

You should write, first of all, to please yourself. You shouldn't care a damn about anybody else at all. But writing can't be a way of life - the important part of writing is living. You have to live in such a way that your writing emerges from it.

All the while I was trying to figure out if I knew anyone who had married and stayed in love for decades. I thought about Daddy and Momma. Daddy had loved Momma with a great passion. Everyone knew that. But, why? I knew why! The ugly truth was that he loved her because of how she made him feel, not because of who she was. Was that the nature of a man's love for a woman? Not what you bring to the table, but how you make him feel? I was drinking a cup

Olé! Ándale, ándale! Arriba, arriba!

But it was more than that and her fried chicken. Her passion for righteousness was stronger than our frenzy.

My days there utterly vibrate with excitement. The work is scintillating," I

Books were my passion and my escape from madness.

She says that on the day you stop believing in love you may as will lie down and die. I think she may be right.

He loves her like a gambler loves a fast racehorse or a desperate man loves whiskey. That kind of love eats a man up.

Eva had passionate love and devotion to give them, but neither patience nor understanding. There was no sacrifice in the world which she would not joyfully make for her children except to live with them.

You will know your vocation by the joy that it brings you. You will know. You will know when it's right.

Writing is hard work. But if you want to become a writer you will become one. Nothing will stop you.

A fine romance, with no kisses!A fine romance, my friend, this is!We should be like a couple of hot tomatoes,But you're as cold as yesterday's mashed potatoes.

Love is the reason for it all.

He thought wryly of the current political metaphor, "the two ends are hot and the middle is cold," a very Chinese way of saying that change was passionately wanted at both the top and the bottom of the society, but sitting squarely in the middle in many areas were Mao's bureaucrats, threatened by the progressive changes, indignant, clinging in fury to the old status quo.

I was passionate. I found something that I loved. I could be all alone in a big old skating rink and nobody could get near me and I didn't have to talk to anybody because of my shyness. It was great. I was in my fantasy world.

Something told me to take a leap of faith. To go with the flow and take that leap. It was the crazy, idiotic part of me that I should probably ignore - but it was also the voice that spoke the loudest whenever Jack was involved. I couldn't stop myself from smiling. For one moment I felt the world stand still, and I allowed myself the indulgence of rebelling in doing something reckless and foolhardy because I was madly in love and I didn't have to worry about the consequences.

That's what came from having romance in your soul, I suppose. You believed in things like love at first sight and perfect presents.

In the years of my life, nothing extraordinary had happened to me. Not until Jack. Not until this man, this man who could have anyone - who by all accounts had had lots of anyones - had begun to peruse me. His interest in me was so unexpected, and yet felt so right. I did not know why, but unlike anyone before him, he made me feel special, he made me feel like I stood out from all the women in the world. And he made me want to do lots of wild and crazy and extraordinary things.

That's what came from having romance in your soul. You believe in things like love at first sight and perfect presents.

The worst sin - perhaps the only sin - passion can commit, is to be joyless.

In fact, there is perhaps only one human being in a thousand who is passionately interested in his job for the job's sake. The difference is that if that one person in a thousand is a man, we say, simply, that he is passionately keen on his job; if she is a woman, we say she is a freak.