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.

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.

Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay. Good hay,
sweet hay, hath no fellow.

Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay. Good hay,
sweet hay, hath no fellow.

It's so much better to desire than to have. . . . The moment of desire, when you know something read more

It's so much better to desire than to have. . . . The moment of desire, when you know something is going to happen -- that's the most exalting.

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

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

The starting point of all achievement is desire.

The starting point of all achievement is desire.

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.

There are two tragedies in life. One is not get your heart's desire. The other is to get it.

There are two tragedies in life. One is not get your heart's desire. The other is to get 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.