Passing into higher forms of desire, that which slumbered in the
plant, and fitfully stirred in the beast, awakes read more

Passing into higher forms of desire, that which slumbered in the
plant, and fitfully stirred in the beast, awakes in the man.

Each man has his own desires; all do not possess the same
inclinations.
[Lat., Velle suuum cuique est, read more

Each man has his own desires; all do not possess the same
inclinations.
[Lat., Velle suuum cuique est, nec voto vivitur uno.]

A desire presupposes the possibility of action to achieve it; action presupposes a goal which is worth achieving.

A desire presupposes the possibility of action to achieve it; action presupposes a goal which is worth achieving.

There are two tragedies in life. One is not to get your heart's
desire. The other is to get read more

There are two tragedies in life. One is not to get your heart's
desire. The other is to get it.

It's not who jumps the highest -- it's who wants it the most

It's not who jumps the highest -- it's who wants it the most

As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul
after thee, O God.

As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul
after thee, O God.

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.

The starting point of all achievement is desire.

The starting point of all achievement is desire.

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.