Quotes About Fervor

Surely a god can meet passion with passion.

Your work should be in praise of what you love.

Better not to work on things that you're not in love with.

A capacity for going overboard is a requisite for a full-grown mind.

He was a realist with too much fervor and not enough reverie. He always remained pragmatic in a place that had too much use for superstition. That's enough to ruin any man.

He was a realist with too much fervor and not enough reverie. He always remained pragmatic in a place that had too much use for superstition.

Is it any surprise that the current center of coffee culture, the city of Seattle, home to the Starbucks coffeehouse chain, is also where some of the world's largest software and Internet firms are based? Coffee's association with innovation, reason, and networking—plus a dash of revolutionary fervor—has a long pedigree.

I set myself on fire, and the people come to see me burn.

whirlwind of somewhat belligerent delight.

An intense life needs a touch of madness.

Tensurrealism creates actual and non-compromised reality, jamboree, fervor, fascination, poetics of an active enthusiasm, interludium, lyrical practice, active happiness.

His eyes burned yellowly.

I had to admit, standing there, that sometimes you just gotta admire the passion of the truly insane -- a passion that bulls right past all sense or reason.

We are all dying to give our lives away to something, maybe. God or Satan, politics or grammar, topology or philately (...) To games or needles, to some other person.

Choose your temple of fanaticism with great care.

We that are true lovers run into strange capers.

She loves him with an enraged affection, it is past the infinite of thought.

Thou art a votary to fond desire

For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.

You're crazy,' I say. 'Aye,' Logan says. 'Crazy about you.

I was crazy. I was crazy in the way a child is crazy, in the way of someone who believes, with rash fervor, that life can be—that it will yet be, and most certainly—as you would wish it. How could I have been so foolish?

Can one exist on lukewarmness?

His eyes look too bright, the way the do in people who are in love, people who are enraged, and people who are completely bonkers.

I love you," Severin said, looking up, looking at nothing at all, face exultant. "I love you like in the storybooks. I love you like in the ballads. I love you like a lightning bolt.