The best lack all conviction while the worst are full of passionate intensity.

I've just finished reading a book about the brilliant Margaret Rutherford. She wasn't a beauty but inside she was absolutely blazing and passionate about her work. She's one of those life-affirming characters.

Being nerdy just means being passionate about something including everyone - the coolest people on Earth are passionate and therefore nerdy about something whatever it is whether it's sports or gaming or technology or fashion or beauty or food or whatever.

We assume that we've come so far as compassionate citizens of the world if we do choose to read the news yet the attitude towards life can be one where we put blinders on and forget that there are civil wars going on. It's easy to forget that there are so many people starving to death every single day.

Not to discriminate every moment some passionate attitude in those about us and in the very brilliancy of their gifts some tragic dividing on their ways is on this short day of frost and sun to sleep before evening.

Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.

I just wish the crowd I was associated with was more passionate about what they were doing and less consumed with the commerce of the art form.

The essential function of art is moral. But a passionate implicit morality not didactic. A morality which changes the blood rather than the mind.

Experts on romance say for a happy marriage there has to be more than a passionate love. For a lasting union they insist there must be a genuine liking for each other. Which in my book is a good definition for friendship.

Acting is something I appreciate and I think it's been an amazing experience. But I'm not passionate about acting the way you probably should be to call yourself an actor.

Let me tell you Barack Obama is the most down dude in the world but he's so smart so articulate such an amazing speaker such a passionate man. He's humble.

I was passionate. I found something that I loved. I could be all alone in a big old skating rink and nobody could get near me and I didn't have to talk to anybody because of my shyness. It was great. I was in my fantasy world.

Age puzzles me. I thought it was a quiet time. My seventies were interesting and fairly serene but my eighties are passionate. I grow more intense as I age.

At my age the only problem is with remembering names. When I call everyone darling it has damn all to do with passionately adoring them but I know I'm safe calling them that. Although of course I adore them too.