I deliberately wrote a poem in my last book where I was suggesting that there are other passions as great as or more important than the passion of sex.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Only passions, great passions can elevate the soul to great things.
Passion is all but soft, it's not tender, it's violence to which you get hooked by pleasure.
If we seek the pleasures of love, passion should be occasional, and common sense continual.
Great passions may give us a quickened sense of life, ecstasy and sorrow of love, the various forms of enthusiastic activity, disinterested or otherwise, which comes naturally to many of us.
Passion is very important to me. If you stop enjoying things, you've got to look at it, because it can lead to all kinds of depressing scenarios.
I've always considered myself lucky that I do not have many passions. There's only one pursuit that I have ever truly loved, and that pursuit is writing. This means, conveniently enough, that I never had to search for my destiny; I only had to obey it.
I think I understand passion. Love is something else.
In music the passions enjoy themselves.
My beloved husband goes through radiation, and a book of sonnets is my passionate response. And then after he dies, I write another book of poems as a farewell. The two keywords here are passion and joy. I simply have a passion for writing, and I do it with joy.
I always think in life passion supersedes everything.