I want to have fun. I want to shine like the sun. I want to be the one that you read more

I want to have fun. I want to shine like the sun. I want to be the one that you want to see. I want to knit you a sweater. I want to write you a love letter. I want to make you feel better. I want to make you feel free.

Do you want to be
with your love by the sea
hearing the gullsong
smelling the salt air
feeling the read more

Do you want to be
with your love by the sea
hearing the gullsong
smelling the salt air
feeling the sand
beneath your toes
and the seaweed
the sea's legacy?
watching the rise
oer the bay of the moon
and then ascent
of the Sun.. oer neptune?

When ambitious desires arise in thy heart, recall the days of extremity thou have passed through. Forbearance is the root read more

When ambitious desires arise in thy heart, recall the days of extremity thou have passed through. Forbearance is the root of all quietness and assurance forever.

We are always striving for things forbidden, and coveting those
denied us.
[Lat., Nitimur in vetitum semper, cupimusque read more

We are always striving for things forbidden, and coveting those
denied us.
[Lat., Nitimur in vetitum semper, cupimusque negata.]

Forbidden pleasures alone are loved immoderately; when lawful, they do not excite desire.rn

Forbidden pleasures alone are loved immoderately; when lawful, they do not excite desire.rn

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.

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.

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.

Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?

Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?