#pass

What I'm having is this conflict in my life right now, that in New York, I see my directing friends and I see acting friends and they've all got this level of passion about either or both of those directions that I've never really found myself having. ↗

— Danny Pintauro

#acting #both #conflict #directing #directions

It seems to me that in our lifetime we have passed from the wreck of liberal humanism to the beginning of a new recognition of dogma: isn't it rather tremendous? ↗

— Ruth Pitter

#dogma #humanism #liberal #lifetime #me

Ever since I took to the streets when I was 17 to protest at great personal risk against the communist dictatorship, I have been a passionate democrat. ↗

— Victor Ponta

#been #communist #democrat #dictatorship #ever

Happiness is a sunbeam which may pass through a thousand bosoms without losing a particle of its original ray; nay, when it strikes on a kindred heart, like the converged light on a mirror, it reflects itself with redoubled brightness. It is not perfected till it is shared. ↗

— Jane Porter

#brightness #happiness #heart #itself #kindred

Lust is to the other passions what the nervous fluid is to life; it supports them all, lends strength to them all ambition, cruelty, avarice, revenge, are all founded on lust. ↗

— Marquis de Sade

#avarice #cruelty #fluid #founded #lends

Remember to chase after your dreams with all you've got! ↗

— Andrea L. Griggs

#inspirational #passions #purpose #dreams

If a leader doesn't convey passion and intensity then there will be no passion and intensity within the organization and they'll start to fall down and get depressed. ↗

— Colin Powell

#depressed #down #fall #get #intensity

Pruned my subconscious. Discovered new shoots. ↗

— Sally Jo Martine

#contemporary-fairytale #fiber-art #grief #illustrated-fable #inspiration

Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood becomes true. ↗

— Marcel Proust

#everything #falsehood #little #passes #spoken

The charms of the passing woman are generally in direct proportion to the swiftness of her passing. ↗

— Marcel Proust

#direct #direct proportion #generally #her #passing