“The prodigality of millionaires is comparable only to their greed of gain. Let some whim or passion seize them and money is of no account. In fact these Croesuses find whims and passions harder to come by than gold.” FactsPassionGainsGoldAccountsHarderGreedMillionaireWhimExtravagance Author:Honore de Balzac
“I love memoirs, particularly obscure ones because the writer is usually a regular guy just telling what happened to him and to his friends. What these tales lack in artfulness they make up for in passion and authenticity. For a writer of fiction, they are solid gold. I have stolen so much from memoirs it's ridiculous.” GuyPassionFictionHappenedGoldRidiculousTalesMemoirAuthenticityObscureStolen Author:Steven Pressfield
“Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of gold, creative work instead of business, passion instead of foolery, finds no home in this trivial world of ours.” WorldWantSoulHomeJoyPassionPleasureCreativeGoldNoiseCreative WorkFoolery Book:Steppenwolf: A Novel Source: Steppenwolf: A Novel
“Those hours given over to basking in the glow of an imagined future, of being carried away in streams of promise by a love or a passion so strong that one felt altered forever and convinced that even the smallest particle of the surrounding world was charged with purpose of impossible grandeur; ah, yes, and one would look up into the trees and be thrilled by the wind- loosened river of pale, gold foliage cascading down and by the high, melodious singing of countless birds; those moments, so many and so long ago, still come back, but briefly, like fireflies in the perfumed heat of summer night.” WorldLooksLongStillsMomentsPurposeNightPassionStrongGivenFeltHoursForeverImpossibleTreeWindPromiseSummerSingingBirdRiversGoldDown AndConvincedHeatStreamsLook UpPaleLong AgoSmallestParticlesGrandeurAlteredCarried AwayFireflySummer NightsFoliageBasking Book:Collected Poems Source: Collected Poems
“See the hand that nursed the serpent. The fine hasped pipes of her fingerbones. The skin bewenned and speckled. The veins are milkblue and bulby. A thin gold ring set with diamonds. That raised the once child's heart of her to agonies of passion before I was. Here is the anguish of mortality. Hopes wrecked, love sundered. See the mother sorrowing. How everything that I was warned of's come to pass.” HeartChildrenHandsMotherPassionFineGoldSkinsRaisedRingsMortalityNurseDiamondAgonyAnguishVeinsPipeSerpent Book:Suttree Source: Suttree
“There is something in natural affection which will lead it on to eternal love more easily than natural appetite could be led on. But there's also something in it which makes it easier to stop at the natural level and mistake it for the heavenly. Brass is mistaken for gold more easily than clay is. And if it finally refuses conversion its corruption will be worse than the corruption of what ye call the lower passions. It is a stronger angel, and therefor, when it falls, a fiercer devil.” IfsInspirationalFallPassionNaturalLevelsMistakeEasierEternalDevilAngelGoldStrongerAffectionRefuseCorruptionConversionHeavenlyAppetiteMistakenClayEternal LoveBrassGreat Divorce Author:C. S. Lewis
“Love is not a feeling to pass away Like the balmy breath of a Summer's day....... Love is not a passion of earthly mould As a thirst for honour, or fame, or gold” LifeFeelingsPassionLove IsFameSummerGoldBreathsHonourThirstPassing AwayMould Book:Delphi Complete Works of Charles Dickens (Illustrated) Source: Delphi Complete Works of Charles Dickens (Illustrated)