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.

Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.

Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.

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.

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.

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.

Desire is the key to motivation, but it's determination and commitment to an unrelenting pursuit of your goal - a read more

Desire is the key to motivation, but it's determination and commitment to an unrelenting pursuit of your goal - a commitment to excellence - that will enable you to attain the success you seek.

Desire is the starting point of all achievement, not a hope, not a wish, but a keen pulsating desire which read more

Desire is the starting point of all achievement, not a hope, not a wish, but a keen pulsating desire which transcends everything.

The thing we long for, that we are
For one transcendent moment.

The thing we long for, that we are
For one transcendent moment.

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.