#passion

Like forearm veins, my interests spread in different directions and eventually led to the hands, to writing. ↗

— Cameron Conaway

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Don't let bad thoughts deceive you into thinking that you have to feel bad. Be aware and conscious of it and choose to think good thoughts whenever you are bombarded with the bad. Remember to live your life passionately! ↗

— Osayi Osar-Emokpae

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How can you claim to have a passionate interest in something, and then make no effort to properly understand it? ↗

— Simon Cheshire

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We’re always talking about following your passion. But we’re all part of the flow of history… you’ve got to put something back into the flow of history that’s going to help your community…People will say, this person didn’t just have a passion, he cared about making something that other people could benefit from. ↗

— Steve Jobs

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Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd be truly dead. ↗

— Joss Whedon

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She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

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No. Take the heart first. Then you don't feel the cold so much. The pain so much. With the heart gone, there's no reason to stay your hand. Your eyes can look on death and not tremble. It's the heart that betrays us, makes us weep, makes us bury our friends when we should be marching ahead. It's the heart that sickens us at night and makes us hate who we are. It's the heart that sings old songs and brings memories of warm days. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

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I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death! ↗

— Patrick Henry

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Let us subdue the ravages of the baser-self, and aspire to the higher calling of exalting joy through compassion, for that is the one true purpose of humanity. ↗

— Bryant McGill

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Mediocrity is Death. ↗

— Suleman Abdullah

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