Passion costs me too much to bestow it on every trifle.

Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark.

What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. Are we not, for most of our lives, marking time? Most of our being is at rest, unlived. In passion, the body and the spirit seek expression outside of self. Passion is all that is other from self. Sex is only interesting when it releases passion. The more extreme and the more expressed that passion is, the more unbearable does life seem without it. It reminds us that if passion dies or is denied, we are partly dead and that soon, come what may, we will be wholly so.

Passion doesn't look beyond the moment of its existence.

I don't think I can play any other way but all out. I enjoy the game so much because I'm putting so much into it.

I'd rather be a failure at something I love than a success at something I hate.

If you follow your bliss, doors will open for you that wouldn't have opened for anyone else.

All passions exaggerate; and they are passions only because they do exaggerate.

My passions were all gathered together like fingers that made a fist. Drive is considered aggression today; I knew it then as purpose.

There is only one passion, the passion for happiness.

Our passions do not live apart in locked chambers but dress in their small wardrobe of notions, bring their provisions to a common table and mess together, feeding out of the common store according to their appetite.

There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the infinite passion of life.

A man in passion rides a horse that runs away with him.

Passions are vices or virtues to their highest powers.

It seemed to me pretty plain, that they had more of love than matrimony in them.

There is in most passions a shrinking away from ourselves. The passionate pursuer has all the earmarks of a fugitive.

I have no respect for the passion of equality, which seems to me merely idealizing envy.

Few people have ever seriously wished to be exclusively rational. The good life which most desire is a life warmed by passions and touched with that ceremonial grace which is impossible without some affectionate loyalty to traditional form and ceremonies.

In the human heart new passions are forever being born; the overthrow of one almost always means the rise of another.

Man is to be found in reason, God in the passions.

Nothing is so intolerable to man as being fully at rest, without a passion, without business, without entertainment, without care.

Passions are the gales of life.

Live with passion!

We must act out passion before we can feel it.

The person who does not work for the love of work but only for money is not likely to make money nor to find much fun in life.

Passion is in all great searches and is necessary to all creative endeavors.

Whenever I get to a low point, I go back to the basics. I ask myself, "Why am I doing this?" It comes down to passion.

Passion is the trigger of success.

There is some place where your specialties can shine. Somewhere that difference can be expressed. It's up to you to find it, and you can.

Anyone who seeks to destroy the passions instead of controlling them is trying to play the angel.

Chase your passion, not your pension.

She is so totally absorbed in a vocation -- both a gift and a mastering passion -- that she has no time to be absorbed with the self's worries about itself. And that is the moral of the story: You can pursue happiness by wearing a torn jersey. You can catch it by being good at something you love.

We could hardly wait to get up in the morning.