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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.
Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.
Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.
He that flatters you more than you desire either has deceived you or wishes to deceive.
He that flatters you more than you desire either has deceived you or wishes to deceive.
More than we use is more than we want.
More than we use is more than we want.
You can have anything you want if you want it desperately enough. You must want it with an inner exuberance read more
You can have anything you want if you want it desperately enough. You must want it with an inner exuberance that erupts through the skin and joins the energy that created the world.
Desire, like the atom, is explosive with creative force.
Desire, like the atom, is explosive with creative force.
Some desire is necessary to keep life in motion, and he whose real wants are supplied must admit those of read more
Some desire is necessary to keep life in motion, and he whose real wants are supplied must admit those of fancy.
Manifest plainness, embrace simplicity, reduce selfishness, have few desires.
Manifest plainness, embrace simplicity, reduce selfishness, have few desires.
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to read more
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow.
