Anger is a momentary madness so control your passion or it will control you.

My passion and energy get mistaken for anger.

For me music is a vehicle to bring our pain to the surface getting it back to that humble and tender spot where with luck it can lose its anger and become compassion again.

He who is incapable of feeling strong passions of being shaken by anger of living in every sense of the word will never be a good actor.

Anger is the most impotent of passions. It effects nothing it goes about and hurts the one who is possessed by it more than the one against whom it is directed.

The ignorant mind with its infinite afflictions passions and evils is rooted in the three poisons. Greed anger and delusion.

I think my passion is misinterpreted as anger sometimes. And I don't think people are ready for the message that I'm delivering and delivering with a sense of violent love.

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.

My daughter is in love with Adele. She listens to her every day. To see someone with that much passion and soul move a 9-year-old is amazing and it's magical.

I imagine my children are going to save me from my vanity and be my passion and fill whatever fears I have of the amazing time I'm having right now being gone.

But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave pictures that persist the good are ever too luke-warm.

No matter how fast I could do it with the digital camera I don't think I would get the same thing out of it. The passion I have for formulating an idea stands alone. It is the important essence of what I do.

The private interest of the individual would not be sufficiently provided for by reasonable and cool self-love alone therefore the appetites and passions are placed within as a guard and further security without which it would not be taken due care of.

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.

Compassion alone stands apart from the continuous traffic between good and evil proceeding within us.

Well Jeff Buckley for me is one of the greatest singers I've ever heard. And the reason why is he has an amazing range amazing emotional power in his voice. And the music he put around it also just had this passion and this soul to it and this spirit to it that very few artists have and he passed at a very young age.

You can fake your age or mask it but the passion that moves the characters has to be real.

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.

Staid middle age loves the hurricane passions of opera.

The passions grafted on wounded pride are the most inveterate they are green and vigorous in old age.

Better pass boldly into that other world in the full glory of some passion than fade and wither dismally with age.

Probably the happiest period in life most frequently is in middle age when the eager passions of youth are cooled and the infirmities of age not yet begun as we see that the shadows which are at morning and evening so large almost entirely disappear at midday.