Oh! could I throw aside these earthly bands
That tie me down where wretched mortals sigh--
To read more

Oh! could I throw aside these earthly bands
That tie me down where wretched mortals sigh--
To join blest spirits in celestial lands!

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.

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.

Desire is the very essence of man.

Desire is the very essence of man.

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.

Serendipity. Look for something, find something else, and realize that what you've found is more suited to your needs than read more

Serendipity. Look for something, find something else, and realize that what you've found is more suited to your needs than what you thought you were looking for.

Desire, like the atom, is explosive with creative force.

Desire, like the atom, is explosive with creative force.

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.]

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.