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We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us.
We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us.
Oh! could I throw aside these earthly bands
That tie me down where wretched mortals sigh--
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Oh! could I throw aside these earthly bands
That tie me down where wretched mortals sigh--
To join blest spirits in celestial lands!
I do desire we may be better strangers.
I do desire we may be better strangers.
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?
Love is the rose. Lust is the thorn.
http://www.sathyasai.org.
Love is the rose. Lust is the thorn.
http://www.sathyasai.org.
We do not succeed in changing things according to our desire, but gradually our desire changes.
We do not succeed in changing things according to our desire, but gradually our desire changes.
All human activity is prompted by desire.
All human activity is prompted by desire.
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.
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.
