#passion

We must not let our passions destroy our dreams. ↗

— Thomas S. Monson

#dreams #must #our #our dreams #passions

My passion has always been books and literature, and teaching. ↗

— Azar Nafisi

#been #books #literature #passion #teaching

Men who care passionately for women attach themselves at least as much to the temple and to the accessories of the cult as to their goddess herself. ↗

— Marguerite Yourcenar

#attach #care #cult #goddess #herself

If we indulge in inordinate affection, anger, anxiety, God holds us responsible; but He also insists that we have to be passionately filled with the right emotions. ↗

— Oswald Chambers

#passions #anger

The beauty you see in me is a reflection of you. ↗

— Vanna Bonta

#beauty

Here lies a she sun, and a he moon there; She gives the best light to his sphere; Or each is both, and all, and so They unto one another nothing owe; And yet they do, but are So just and rich in that coin which they pay, That neither would, nor needs forbear, nor stay; Neither desires to be spared nor to spare. They quickly pay their debt, and then Take no acquittances, but pay again; They pay, they give, they lend, and so let fall No such occasion to be liberal. More truth, more courage in these two do shine, Than all thy turtles have and sparrows, Valentine. ↗

— John Donne

#bridegroom #love #passion #sexuality #wedding

Peace can be found within, no matter the external circumstances. ↗

— Allan Lokos

#compassion #pyschology #self-help #wisdom #art

Great art comes from passion, from a need to expose human spirit in the face of mortality, the small cruelties and heroisms that make up daily life -- that's where great work comes from, and if you enable students in this way to discover those impulses and observations in themselves, those heroisms and cruelties in themselves, you create an atmosphere in which art can emerge. ↗

— Deb Margolis

#creativity #passion #art

What is the greatest reward a writer can have? Isn't it that day when someone rushes up to you, his face bursting with honesty, his eyes afire with admiration and cries, "That new story of yours was fine, really wonderful! ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#writing #art

He loved her for being so beautiful, and he hated her for it. He loved how she put shiny stuff on her lips for him, and he also reviled her for it. He wanted her to walk home alone, and he wanted to run after her and grab her up before she could take another step. ↗

— Ann Brashares

#passion #beauty