As a young girl, I allowed my self-esteem to be determined by others’ opinions, and I devoted incredible energy tuning into how everyone else felt.

Desire. Enthusiasm. Purpose. Pleasure. Delight. Peace. Power. However you define passion, it is at the heart of your motivation.

Feeling passion fuels your spirit and feeds your joy.

Passion is a catalyst for action and provides you with the emotional stamina to stick with it, regardless of the obstacles.

Every day should have threads of passionate pursuits within it.

What turns you on, tunes you in, and lights your fire?

When passion is lit, the fire permeates your being with the positive expectation that all is well and everything will turn out great.

To be truly satisfied that your life is well-lived, the object of your passion is something you feel you must be, do, or have. What lights your fire?

Passion is not just about the object of your focus or desires—it is the compelling emotion, fulfillment, and intense enthusiasm that it engenders.

Are you impressed when you meet people who are filled with passion and conviction? Their energy is contagious and can make us all want “some of what they’re having!

When a person exudes passion, it is evident that they love what they are doing. Their passion projects an aura of confidence and decisiveness.

Hope is the light, which shows the way of life.

How to 'live' in a state of awe when life is mundane and ordinary?

One year of life is worth more than twenty years of hibernation.

For many years I was a self-appointed inspector of snowstorms and rainstorms and did my duty faithfully, though I never received payment for it.

Yeah, that's what I'm working for. The couture house of the future

Adherence to men, is often disloyalty to principles.

Being politically active is "more about doing things, not just standing for some platform or being involved in some political party."

The artist is a spectator, indifferent or impassioned, at the birth of his work, and observes the phases of its development.

Literature takes its revenge on reality by making it the slave of fiction.

Oh, this beer here is cold, cold and hop-bitter, no point coming up for air, gulp, till it's all--hahhhh.