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.

Had doting Priam checked his son's desire,
Troy had been bright with fame, and not with fire.

Had doting Priam checked his son's desire,
Troy had been bright with fame, and not with fire.

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

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

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.

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 woman's appetite is twice that of a man's; her sexual desire, four times; her intelligence, eight times

A woman's appetite is twice that of a man's; her sexual desire, four times; her intelligence, eight times

If thou wilt make a man happy, add not unto his riches but take away from his desires.

If thou wilt make a man happy, add not unto his riches but take away from his desires.

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.

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.