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When you desire something from the bottom of your heart, then the entire universe will work for you to give read more
When you desire something from the bottom of your heart, then the entire universe will work for you to give what you want. The more you believe in the process, the more you will attract towards you.
All human activity is prompted by desire.
All human activity is prompted by desire.
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?
The desire of the man is for the woman, but the desire of the woman is for the desire of read more
The desire of the man is for the woman, but the desire of the woman is for the desire of the man.
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.]
Desire is the essence of a man.
Desire is the essence of a man.
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
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.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?