What do confidence and command look like when you see them? Moving one step past a healthy self-esteem, they project an air of authority, respect, and deliberate intention.

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.

You, my dear, are a creature of the night, you are a vampire.

Hope can be bruised and battered. It can be forced underground and even rendered unconscious, but hope cannot be killed.

You are you and you are me. You are the Keshet.

People always want to knock you when you're up.

The return from the walk, and the arrival of tea, should be exactly coincident, and not later than a quarter past four.

I have always thought it was important to maintain some connection for myself to what it takes to make a song work by myself, to put a song across to an audience by myself.

Cleaning anything involves making something else dirty, but anything can get dirty without something else getting clean.

Writers are not mere copyists of language; they are polishers, embellishers, perfecters. They spend hours getting the timing right so that what they write sounds completely unrehearsed.

Love is not just tolerance. It's not just distant appreciation. It's a warm sense of, 'I am enjoying the fact that you are you.'

Now nearly all those I loved and did not understand when I was young are dead, but I still reach out to them.