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.

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.

Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?

Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?

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.

Love is the rose. Lust is the thorn.
http://www.sathyasai.org.

Love is the rose. Lust is the thorn.
http://www.sathyasai.org.

All human activity is prompted by desire.

All human activity is prompted by desire.

We trifle when we assign limits to our desires, since nature hath set none.

We trifle when we assign limits to our desires, since nature hath set none.

The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to read more

The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow.

Forbidden pleasures alone are loved immoderately; when lawful, they do not excite desire.rn

Forbidden pleasures alone are loved immoderately; when lawful, they do not excite desire.rn