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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.
When ambitious desires arise in thy heart, recall the days of extremity thou have passed through. Forbearance is the root read more
When ambitious desires arise in thy heart, recall the days of extremity thou have passed through. Forbearance is the root of all quietness and assurance forever.
It's not who jumps the highest -- it's who wants it the most
It's not who jumps the highest -- it's who wants it the most
Manifest plainness, embrace simplicity, reduce selfishness, have few desires.
Manifest plainness, embrace simplicity, reduce selfishness, have few desires.
Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?
Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?
The first principle of success is desire -- knowing what you want. Desire is the planting of your seed.
The first principle of success is desire -- knowing what you want. Desire is the planting of your seed.
The starting point of all achievement is desire.
The starting point of all achievement is desire.
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.
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.
