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You will become as small as your controlling desire; as great as your dominant aspiration.
You will become as small as your controlling desire; as great as your dominant aspiration.
Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay. Good hay,
sweet hay, hath no fellow.
Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay. Good hay,
sweet hay, hath no fellow.
More than we use is more than we want.
More than we use is more than we want.
What man knows is everywhere at war with what he wants.
What man knows is everywhere at war with what he wants.
Desire is the key to motivation, but it's determination and commitment to an unrelenting pursuit of your goal - a read more
Desire is the key to motivation, but it's determination and commitment to an unrelenting pursuit of your goal - a commitment to excellence - that will enable you to attain the success you seek.
The first principle of success is desire -- knowing what you want. Desire is the planting of your seed.
The first principle of success is desire -- knowing what you want. Desire is the planting of your seed.
There are two tragedies in life. One is not get your heart's desire. The other is to get it.
There are two tragedies in life. One is not get your heart's desire. The other is to get it.
By annihilating the desires, you annihilate the mind. Every man without passions has within him no principle of action, nor read more
By annihilating the desires, you annihilate the mind. Every man without passions has within him no principle of action, nor motive to act.
Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and read more
Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead.