Photography is a Passion Not a Hobby!

The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.

We all have something amazingly special in us, and you solely owe it to yourself to discover yours.

I’d like to be a passion fruit. Not because it’s passionate, but because someone I know is mad about them and has got me onto them.

Grab tightly to the reigns of passion and ride into glory for without it life would be stagnant and you would be a spirit without cause.

Ce sentiment est−il donc le seul que vous puissiez connaître, et l’amour aura−t−il ce tort de plus à mes yeux, d’exclure l’amitié ?

A person acquainted with the true principles of this science, who preserves his Dharma (virtue or religious merit), his Artha (worldly wealth) and his Kama (pleasure or sensual gratification), and who has regard to the...

Pursue your passion and live your best life.

I like looking at his face when he speaks. Sometimes he spit, actually he spits all the time, but I think that’s passionate. He loves words and he rolls them around in his mouth like...

Only little boys and old men sneer at love.

He couldn’t remember the last time human hands had willingly touched him. Not true. Miranda had. She had touched him as if he were just a man. He had lived on those moments ever since,...

your loved one” I think it’s quite stupid. I hate this commercialism. It’s all artificial, and has nothing to do with real love.

Nothing matures a Man like RESPONSIBILITIES,Nothing humbles him like MISSED OPPORTUNITIES,What makes him are his CHOICES,And nothing changes him like LOVE.Nothing defines a Man like his CHARACTER,Nothing teaches him like his EXPERIENCE,What drives him is...

Let us be separated by wars and pestilence, death, madness but not by the passing of time.

Its funny when people recently change their attitude to gain entrance into your heart, which may only ignite your passion to close the door.

I take my metal canister of tea off the shelf. It is my own mixture of dried lavender blossoms and lemon balm, harvested from my garden and hung in the storeroom to dry. Weed helped...

When the world asks “what was it like?” Only the photographer can say “See!

The eyes are one of the most powerful tools a woman can have. With one look, she can relay the most intimate message. After the connection is made, words cease to exist.

When you imagine and clearly articulate your goals in writing, you access the creative energy of your right brain. Imagination and creativity allow you to find solutions to problems that were not previously available to...

Awakening others is an impossible endeavor until I myself am awakened.

The theory of karma exists not to bring fear to your heart but to ensure you do not lose hope and give up at the first obstacle that hits your path.

Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, or the dictates of our passion, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence.

To know your ruling passion, examine your castles in the air.

Even Diotima and Amheim were shy of using it without a modifier, for it is still possible to speak of having a great, noble, craven, daring, or debased soul, but to come right out with...

Strange where our passions carry us, floggingly pursue us, forcing upon us unwanted dreams, unwelcome destinies.

Sometimes while you are so passionately busy building, there will be others as busy destroying. Do not stop. One day you will notice how high above you get, and how down below they end up

Love is breathing each other with all madness

Once upon a time there was a girl I knew, who lived across the street. Brown hair, brown eyes. When she smiled, I smiled. When she cried, I cried. Every single thing that ever happened...

Most people’s greatest regret is not living the life they knew they could live.

She pushed my chest like she wanted me off of her, but her fingers had my shirt clutched in them and I knew she was full of shit. She wanted me.

You are my favorite book. I immerse myself in your story and fall in love with each page. I will never be able to truly express to you how much I admire and cherish who...

The second he slipped inside of me, all I’d doubted, questioned, or feared evaporated, leaving me with one single, definite truth–I’d fallen in love with him in an all-consuming blaze that would blind me if...

I do know that I don’t want to wake him.We were up very late last night.

This is not my work – this is my occupassion! It’s word I created to describe what I really love to do.

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

If the rock band U2 had been born in Orange County, California, would they have become just another church worship band?

Have you ever longed for someone so much, so deeply that you thought you would die? That your heart would just stop beating? I am longing now, but for whom I don’t know. My whole...

Passion is a cobweb duster for the mind.

Look at me, Kia! Look me in the eye and tell me you’re not her.

We live in wonder, blaze in a cycle of passion and apprehension.

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

An enthusiasm is to keep doing something to never let own mind to feel tired and the passion is to let the heart keep doing something own to never feel hired.

Your career and your passion don’t always match up.

If I am to be fallen into love, I will. And if as a result I will appear to be stupid, disillusioned, and of poor judgment, I will. And I would be damned if I...

Face each day with radiant, nurturing love, confidence, a bright vision and creativity with enduring determination and strength matched with a breathing courage as you happily embrace your responsibility and growth in many areas of...

Attraction is so much more than a pretty face. It’s face is passion, attitude, kindness, & faith.

That was the real secret of the Tarahumara: they’d never forgotten what it felt like to love running. They remembered that running was mankind’s first fine art, our original act of inspired creation. Way before...

Writers do not have the privilege of sleep. There is always a story coming alive in their heads, constantly composing. Whether they choose it or not.

It was the wildness of it that got me going: the primal lust, the sheer needs of two people in heat, quickly finding ways to express their sacred hunger to each other in animal passion.

I am a star in the firmamentthat observe the world, despises the worldand consumed in its heat.I am the sea by night in a stormthe sea shouting that accumulates new sinsand to the ancient makes...