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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.
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.
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.
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.
Man is a creation of desire, not a creation of need.
Man is a creation of desire, not a creation of need.
Every human mind is a great slumbering power until awakened by a keen desire and by definite resolution to do.
Every human mind is a great slumbering power until awakened by a keen desire and by definite resolution to do.
Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough, You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice read more
Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough, You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it.
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.
All human activity is prompted by desire.
All human activity is prompted by desire.
