passion. it’s more than a word. it’s a feeling. there are so many who have yet to experience it, but when it have it, we take it for granted. we don’t realize what a unique feeling it is.
passion is a complicated emotion… or is even an emotion?
many of today’s contemporary ideologies like to think that they can explain passion or put a stamp of approval on the concept saying that they understand it best. but this is simply not true. Passion is not something that can be explained by anyone. maybe god.
and i should be… about everything… passionate about the things that strike me in the heart and push me to be kinder… maybe even to myself…. passionately hate people who abuse children… that’s a passion worth holding onto and pursuing…
melodyk
I wish to be passionate. To have all of my actions explode with love, and all kinds of emotion. That’s how I want to live my life. And the only way to do that is to always live in the present. Passion is real. Have passion in life, passion is the way to happiness. Do what you love, be with who you love, search for more love in life. Passion gives life meaning, gives life flavor. (:<3
how do you show you are grateful?
how do you reveal your love for someone?
how do you apologize?
“thank you”
“i love you”
“Im sorry”
The easiest…and yet the hardest things to say. but yet we all have to say them if we are passoniate enough about something or someone. and i do too.
Thank You- my mom, for always being there for me, giving me the best advice, and showing me right from wrong. my sister, for giving me a good beating when no one else will and keeping me grounded most of the time. my dad, for working hard, always acting like the strong one even when you feel weak, and sacrificing countless things for me. my friends, for making me smile on my toughest days and making me feel good about myself.
I Love You- my mom, my dad, my sister, all of my cousins, my aunts and uncles, my grandparents, my friends, and the one guy i cant stop thinking about…
I’m Sorry- Dad, for not apprieciating/loving/helping you enough, my sister- for not understanding you or sticking up for you, my mom- for not apprieciating everything you do and have done for me, my friends- for not talking to you more: you really make me happy:), my secret love- i’m sorry i fell in love with you, i shouldn’t have.
Melanie
passion is more than just a word, it’s a feeling. it’s the sun on a warm day, and a blanket on a cold night. it means so much to so many people.
Molly Davenport
passionate people love life. passionate means that you are alive. people without passion move through this world without. without anything. without experience. without hope. joy. life. passionate means you are human. to be passionate is to live.
Audrey
passionate people are always the kindest. they see life in a different light. they bring smiles to everyone’s faces. they are the ones who understand life is about the people you love, not the car you drive.
Marice Salib
a foreign bauble in my mouth
the essence of speaking out loud is lost
‘neath a wave of indirection and
the plurality of language.
how separate it is from me
and my kinsman redeemer-
i sleep at the feet
of pomegranate hearts
wistful and warm
the suffixes of adjectives tugs
at my gutseams
like hot knives on a cold morning.
hannah wells
winter. it makes people passionate. it calms their skin with its coldness because it brings about the unfamiliar warmness of passion. to be passionate is live. it makes life worth living and makes unbearable days suddenly not so bad. passionate people are always smiling.
Marice Salib
Passion is staying an hour after practice to work on your skills.
Passion is writing 50,000 words in one month.
Passion is not sleeping for three days in a row to achieve your dream.
In the light of your breath the passionate embrace of God causes the whole of reality to pause. Thinking how amazing it would be if we all knew what we refuse to believe.
At first, they touch each other and it’s clumsy and shy, more awkward than arousing. It takes them time, maybe more time than it should, because he is terrified and she approaches physical affection like it’s a math problem, something you have to calculate and work out. A challenge.
They learn, though. They learn that love is not math and there is no right answer. They stop touching each other and learn to just touch, to feel their way around another body as if it were simply an extension of their own. Together they rewrite the dictionary, create their own definition for words like “kiss” and “pleasure.” They hold their illicit lessons with the sun all around them, in the quiet afternoon hours between the end of the school day and the time her parents get home from work.
Their final lesson is a gradual one. They learn – they teach each other – that everything they’d heard before was wrong, and passion is nothing like fire, which burns bright and then is extinguished. It’s an ocean. It surrounds them and engulfs them, and they are so far from shore that they would easily drown. Fortunately, they can cling to each other.
i feel so passionate about the future. I feel like I could talk about it all day. But what good is advice to other people about making the future better when I can’t even take my own adivce. I want to make a difference and not just seem passionate, but actually BE passionate.
I’ve always wanted to be passionate about something. Anything. I felt like there was a masterpiece inside me, if only I could find it in all the other ambitions and what-ifs. But It was like looking through my old dress-up box, where most things just wouldn’t work (to big, to small, to frilly, to plain), and some things didn’t even belong there (dirty socks, half of a plastic easter egg, Lego pieces.) And they were dress-ups, for goodness sake.
Rachel Baird
She cared not for sports or school or boys, but the one thing she longed for were books. In those two covers contained her passion, her love. She needed nothing else but those black words on white pages. From those stories she learned how to be kind, responsible, and strong.
Chelsea
tallskinnydirty-blonde granola girl in khaki pants and a faded tank, thinks she’s saving the world but really just saving her conscience
One can be very passionate. In the throes of love, caught in the enticing beams of radiant amour, anything can happen. Why, if only man could accept it, it could fix everything. Amour!
Anders J Mason
Life should be filled with passionate adventure and things that move your soul. If it’s not, then that is the greatest loss that one can suffer. To die before they’ve actually lived.That is a fate that no wild woman shall want to encounter on a dark night in the alley of her soul.
Tina
You either are or you aren’t. It isn’t easy to fake.
I can see it in your eyes, the blaze burning, the passion within. The question must be asked though, for who do you passionate eyes search? For if it is me, your search is over for I am here and ready to delve into the unknown with you. But if it’s not, well let’s just say the fire in mine own eyes would then be doused, my soul turned cold.
She sees it only rarely. She’ll stumble in, when he’s alone, sat at his piano or holding his violin (far more gently than he’s ever held her) and it’ll be there, in his eyes, making them burn. It’s why watching him play is her favorite thing to do. She tells him it’s because she loves his music. And she does. Mostly, though, she’s lying. She doesn’t care about what he’s playing. All she wants is a glimpse of that spark in his eyes, that fire, that joy (as if he were a bird who has only just learned to fly). She figures if she memorizes that look, maybe her imagination will be stronger than reality. He’ll look at her and no matter how dull his eyes may be, she’ll be able to pretend. That she lights that fire for him. That she inspires him. That she brings music to his life, as he does hers.
There was once a lover. He loved with all the passion and glory in his heart. And what he loed was the glory and passion of his life. And he could not ever stop this love, no matter if it had crashed and spun and whirled out of his control, crushing his soul and his spirit. He would still love. And would continue to love despite all those who would he not.
this came on the perfect day….after the perfect weekend. never have I really seen, let alone be a part of a relationship that’s so passionate – passion for each other, for life, for art and inspiration.
The way I feel when I’m surrounded by the universe and can only feel God’s overwhelming love for me. The way I feel when I look into my husbands eyes. The way I feel when life is full and beautiful and intense and real.
Emily
Passionate is how I feel when I’m with you. Its a sense of over confidence in the person I am because of the simple fact that I know you love me. Passionate is an emotion as well as a verb. Making passionate love makes every bad feeling disappear because it is so pure and true, yet so simple.
Rosie
The way he controlled the piping bag belied his experience. It was truthfully not his fault, no one could keep their eyes off her either. She glided through the room, as if walking on a cloud.
Something that I lack. Something that i yearn for. something that i need.
where has my passion gone? will i ever find it again? I want to feel alive again. My passion is gone. I need to feel it burning with me again. where did it go? why is it lost? what made it so damn hard to find? i use to be passionate. i use to be free.i use to be loving. i use to be me. but the passion is gone..
katelyn
Passion is something that is missing from a majority of people’s lives… As a nation, a country, we need more people who feel so passionate about what they do they can’t hold it back. We need people who will chase the love of their lives across the country just to be with them and not be ridiculed…
love is a passionate thing. it is something that i have yet to understand in my life time because i don’t know what it feels like.. i have been afraid to do it because my emotions scare me a some points. i don’t like being vulnerable like right now as i sit in a hospital. it scares me
Tori Anderson
She looked at the fruit in her hand. ‘I can’t take this’, she thought. ‘I can’t steal this fruit. If I do, I’ll be poisoned.’ But the passion fruit kept tempting her until, finally, she took the bite.
Brianna
He knew he would have to be the most passionate, the most attuned, the most devoted, and the most intensely attentive — superlatively at the top of his game. Because it was a game.
passion is something that seems to define humanity. it pushes people to be what they dream of. it gives us power to love and to break limits. to lack passion is to lack life
Sam
passionate for what you love to do and everything that comes with it
passionate for who you choose to love and how they make you feel
The interest you fall in love with that makes you who you are
The person you fall in love with for always being by your side
passionate for everything that makes you smile
the strong relationship between you and him
passionate is the strong affection you have for what means the most to you…..
cassandra
My feeling for him were passionate; pure love and devotion. I couldn’t bear to be away from him for much longer. A week was understandable, but I hadn’t seen him in three whole years. After all this time, I was still in love with him. My heart ached and I longed for the way when we would see each other once again.
passion. it’s more than a word. it’s a feeling. there are so many who have yet to experience it, but when it have it, we take it for granted. we don’t realize what a unique feeling it is.
passion is a complicated emotion… or is even an emotion?
many of today’s contemporary ideologies like to think that they can explain passion or put a stamp of approval on the concept saying that they understand it best. but this is simply not true. Passion is not something that can be explained by anyone. maybe god.
and i should be… about everything… passionate about the things that strike me in the heart and push me to be kinder… maybe even to myself…. passionately hate people who abuse children… that’s a passion worth holding onto and pursuing…
I wish to be passionate. To have all of my actions explode with love, and all kinds of emotion. That’s how I want to live my life. And the only way to do that is to always live in the present. Passion is real. Have passion in life, passion is the way to happiness. Do what you love, be with who you love, search for more love in life. Passion gives life meaning, gives life flavor. (:<3
how do you show you are grateful?
how do you reveal your love for someone?
how do you apologize?
“thank you”
“i love you”
“Im sorry”
The easiest…and yet the hardest things to say. but yet we all have to say them if we are passoniate enough about something or someone. and i do too.
Thank You- my mom, for always being there for me, giving me the best advice, and showing me right from wrong. my sister, for giving me a good beating when no one else will and keeping me grounded most of the time. my dad, for working hard, always acting like the strong one even when you feel weak, and sacrificing countless things for me. my friends, for making me smile on my toughest days and making me feel good about myself.
I Love You- my mom, my dad, my sister, all of my cousins, my aunts and uncles, my grandparents, my friends, and the one guy i cant stop thinking about…
I’m Sorry- Dad, for not apprieciating/loving/helping you enough, my sister- for not understanding you or sticking up for you, my mom- for not apprieciating everything you do and have done for me, my friends- for not talking to you more: you really make me happy:), my secret love- i’m sorry i fell in love with you, i shouldn’t have.
passion is more than just a word, it’s a feeling. it’s the sun on a warm day, and a blanket on a cold night. it means so much to so many people.
passionate people love life. passionate means that you are alive. people without passion move through this world without. without anything. without experience. without hope. joy. life. passionate means you are human. to be passionate is to live.
passionate people are always the kindest. they see life in a different light. they bring smiles to everyone’s faces. they are the ones who understand life is about the people you love, not the car you drive.
a foreign bauble in my mouth
the essence of speaking out loud is lost
‘neath a wave of indirection and
the plurality of language.
how separate it is from me
and my kinsman redeemer-
i sleep at the feet
of pomegranate hearts
wistful and warm
the suffixes of adjectives tugs
at my gutseams
like hot knives on a cold morning.
winter. it makes people passionate. it calms their skin with its coldness because it brings about the unfamiliar warmness of passion. to be passionate is live. it makes life worth living and makes unbearable days suddenly not so bad. passionate people are always smiling.
Passion is staying an hour after practice to work on your skills.
Passion is writing 50,000 words in one month.
Passion is not sleeping for three days in a row to achieve your dream.
Passionate. That’s the kind of guy I like.
In the light of your breath the passionate embrace of God causes the whole of reality to pause. Thinking how amazing it would be if we all knew what we refuse to believe.
I am bereft. I can’t even write about it. I have dulled and excised it out of my existence. I want my passionate back.
They work up to that.
At first, they touch each other and it’s clumsy and shy, more awkward than arousing. It takes them time, maybe more time than it should, because he is terrified and she approaches physical affection like it’s a math problem, something you have to calculate and work out. A challenge.
They learn, though. They learn that love is not math and there is no right answer. They stop touching each other and learn to just touch, to feel their way around another body as if it were simply an extension of their own. Together they rewrite the dictionary, create their own definition for words like “kiss” and “pleasure.” They hold their illicit lessons with the sun all around them, in the quiet afternoon hours between the end of the school day and the time her parents get home from work.
Their final lesson is a gradual one. They learn – they teach each other – that everything they’d heard before was wrong, and passion is nothing like fire, which burns bright and then is extinguished. It’s an ocean. It surrounds them and engulfs them, and they are so far from shore that they would easily drown. Fortunately, they can cling to each other.
i feel so passionate about the future. I feel like I could talk about it all day. But what good is advice to other people about making the future better when I can’t even take my own adivce. I want to make a difference and not just seem passionate, but actually BE passionate.
Anagram for a sentence that means, “No Earl Grey for me, thanks.”
I’ve always wanted to be passionate about something. Anything. I felt like there was a masterpiece inside me, if only I could find it in all the other ambitions and what-ifs. But It was like looking through my old dress-up box, where most things just wouldn’t work (to big, to small, to frilly, to plain), and some things didn’t even belong there (dirty socks, half of a plastic easter egg, Lego pieces.) And they were dress-ups, for goodness sake.
She cared not for sports or school or boys, but the one thing she longed for were books. In those two covers contained her passion, her love. She needed nothing else but those black words on white pages. From those stories she learned how to be kind, responsible, and strong.
tallskinnydirty-blonde granola girl in khaki pants and a faded tank, thinks she’s saving the world but really just saving her conscience
One can be very passionate. In the throes of love, caught in the enticing beams of radiant amour, anything can happen. Why, if only man could accept it, it could fix everything. Amour!
Life should be filled with passionate adventure and things that move your soul. If it’s not, then that is the greatest loss that one can suffer. To die before they’ve actually lived.That is a fate that no wild woman shall want to encounter on a dark night in the alley of her soul.
You either are or you aren’t. It isn’t easy to fake.
I can see it in your eyes, the blaze burning, the passion within. The question must be asked though, for who do you passionate eyes search? For if it is me, your search is over for I am here and ready to delve into the unknown with you. But if it’s not, well let’s just say the fire in mine own eyes would then be doused, my soul turned cold.
She sees it only rarely. She’ll stumble in, when he’s alone, sat at his piano or holding his violin (far more gently than he’s ever held her) and it’ll be there, in his eyes, making them burn. It’s why watching him play is her favorite thing to do. She tells him it’s because she loves his music. And she does. Mostly, though, she’s lying. She doesn’t care about what he’s playing. All she wants is a glimpse of that spark in his eyes, that fire, that joy (as if he were a bird who has only just learned to fly). She figures if she memorizes that look, maybe her imagination will be stronger than reality. He’ll look at her and no matter how dull his eyes may be, she’ll be able to pretend. That she lights that fire for him. That she inspires him. That she brings music to his life, as he does hers.
There was once a lover. He loved with all the passion and glory in his heart. And what he loed was the glory and passion of his life. And he could not ever stop this love, no matter if it had crashed and spun and whirled out of his control, crushing his soul and his spirit. He would still love. And would continue to love despite all those who would he not.
It shouldn’t be guilty.
this came on the perfect day….after the perfect weekend. never have I really seen, let alone be a part of a relationship that’s so passionate – passion for each other, for life, for art and inspiration.
The way I feel when I’m surrounded by the universe and can only feel God’s overwhelming love for me. The way I feel when I look into my husbands eyes. The way I feel when life is full and beautiful and intense and real.
Passionate is how I feel when I’m with you. Its a sense of over confidence in the person I am because of the simple fact that I know you love me. Passionate is an emotion as well as a verb. Making passionate love makes every bad feeling disappear because it is so pure and true, yet so simple.
The way he controlled the piping bag belied his experience. It was truthfully not his fault, no one could keep their eyes off her either. She glided through the room, as if walking on a cloud.
Something that I lack. Something that i yearn for. something that i need.
where has my passion gone? will i ever find it again? I want to feel alive again. My passion is gone. I need to feel it burning with me again. where did it go? why is it lost? what made it so damn hard to find? i use to be passionate. i use to be free.i use to be loving. i use to be me. but the passion is gone..
Passion is something that is missing from a majority of people’s lives… As a nation, a country, we need more people who feel so passionate about what they do they can’t hold it back. We need people who will chase the love of their lives across the country just to be with them and not be ridiculed…
love is a passionate thing. it is something that i have yet to understand in my life time because i don’t know what it feels like.. i have been afraid to do it because my emotions scare me a some points. i don’t like being vulnerable like right now as i sit in a hospital. it scares me
She looked at the fruit in her hand. ‘I can’t take this’, she thought. ‘I can’t steal this fruit. If I do, I’ll be poisoned.’ But the passion fruit kept tempting her until, finally, she took the bite.
He knew he would have to be the most passionate, the most attuned, the most devoted, and the most intensely attentive — superlatively at the top of his game. Because it was a game.
passion is something that seems to define humanity. it pushes people to be what they dream of. it gives us power to love and to break limits. to lack passion is to lack life
passionate for what you love to do and everything that comes with it
passionate for who you choose to love and how they make you feel
The interest you fall in love with that makes you who you are
The person you fall in love with for always being by your side
passionate for everything that makes you smile
the strong relationship between you and him
passionate is the strong affection you have for what means the most to you…..
My feeling for him were passionate; pure love and devotion. I couldn’t bear to be away from him for much longer. A week was understandable, but I hadn’t seen him in three whole years. After all this time, I was still in love with him. My heart ached and I longed for the way when we would see each other once again.
Zealous.
What if we all lived passionate for life itself.
I don’t know.
Zealous.