Loss of Passion Quotes

Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.

I just I don't feel challenged by acting anymore. I don't enjoy the process anymore.

Acting had become something I did and did well - but didn't particularly enjoy.

It all went wrong with football, the thing I loved most of all, and from there, my life slowly fell apart.

Yeah, I was in the phase for the last ten years or so where every record I made I said OK, that's the last one, I don't want to record anymore, I don't want to do this any more, I don't want to have a public life.

Why are we worn out? Why do we, who start out so passionate, brave, noble, believing, become totally bankrupt by the age of thirty or thirty-five? Why is it that one is extinguished by consumption, another puts a bullet in his head, a third seeks oblivion in vodka, cards, a fourth, in order to stifle fear and anguish, cynically tramples underfoot the portrait of his pure, beautiful youth? Why is it that, once fallen, we do not try to rise, and, having lost one thing, we do not seek another? Why?

I remember those days right after I graduated from college. All I had to do was wake up in the morning and think about writing songs. It's not like that anymore, needless to say.

I don't care if I don't act anymore.

Sometimes I feel that old desire. Then my body tells me it is 50 years old. I take the easy way instead.

The great tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to love.

I stopped acting, as I was not curious about it anymore. I was not passionate about acting.

I was ready to quit music. It felt to me like music equalled death.

I am ashes where once I was fire.

There was a period where I stopped auditioning because I was like, 'I don't have the heart.' There's just so much rejection.

Football has gone off the rails. It's lost its spirit.

Desperate? So what? I'm desperate, too!" Fenoglio snapped at her. "My story is foundering in misfortune, and these hands here," he said holding them out to her, "don't want to write anymore! I'm afraid of words Meggie! 'Once they were like honey, now they're poison, pure poison! But what is a writer who doesn't love words anymore? What have I come to? This story is devouring me, crushing me, and I'm it's creator!

I don't have the fire in the belly right now. It's one of those been there, done that deals.

I'm sure most actors, after a while, get a bit jaded.

It is time for me to chuck in the sponge. To retire from films and stage. The heart for it has gone out of me: it won't come back.

We got sick of interviews and performances - for a long time, it came back to doing 'Take on Me.' It became a circus number instead of music.

My whole life I've played music for my own personal enjoyment and the idea of it becoming a machine or a business is just horrible.

That she had so completely recovered her sanity was a source of sadness to her. One should never be cured of one's passion.

I used to love politics. I can't say I do any more. All the fun has gone out of it. Each side is engaged in this trench warfare of managerialism. They're all too scared to say anything that might make them appear something other than completely bland.

Without hope, love dies and parts of you wither.

When I started off in music, I started with a real innocence, a real love for the instrument, the writing the songs, the playing the songs and the sharing and the recording and experimenting. It was exciting. Then, this thing called success came, and something happened at some point where I became disenchanted, and I lost the innocence.