Quotes About Ardor

I have always been unsatisfied with life as most people live it. Always I want to live more richly and intensely.

Everything I've done I've done with enthusiasm and passion.

I am a man with a lot of passion.

I'm very passionate about what I do.

I'm very passionate.

You can be passionate about anything.

I think there are very few people, in my generation at least, that are that passionate about what they do.

Can one truly be passionate about something if they are not committed to it?

I like passionate fandom.

I can't just say yes to a movie. I have to be really passionate about it.

I go about doing my work passionately.

One must always love passionately.

I need to fall in love with someone. Sorry - I mean fall in love with something. I need to wake myself up.

I go through phases when I'm super into my anime stuff.

You're either in love with what you do, or you're not in love.

I have no talent, no gift. I have the panting ardor of a workhorse. Yet in time even a workhorse wears out.

A tender affection, a heart glowing with love, the infusion of holy ardor, and the vigor of a spirit filled with zeal are obviously not acquired from any place other than the wine-cellar.

There is no strong performance without a little fanaticism in the performer.

Zealots often carry the day.

I do not love a man who is zealous for nothing.

I remember a passage in Goldsmith's "Vicar of Wakefield," which he was afterwards fool enough to expunge: "I do not love a man who is zealous for nothing.

No virtue is safe that is not enthusiastic.

God forgive me if I do wrong in following with ardor the strongest instincts of my nature.

She used to drag her mattress besider her low window and lie awake for a long while, vibrating with excitement, as a machine vibrates from speed. Life rushed in upon her through that window - or so it seemed. In reality, of course, life rushes from within, not from without. There is no work of art so big or so beautiful that is was not once all contained in some youthful body, like this one which lay on the floor in the moonlight, pulsing with ardor and anticipation.