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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

You can have anything you want if you want it desperately enough. You must want it with an inner exuberance read more

You can have anything you want if you want it desperately enough. You must want it with an inner exuberance that erupts through the skin and joins the energy that created the world.

Man is a creation of desire, not a creation of need.

Man is a creation of desire, not a creation of need.

If you greatly desire something, have the guts to stake everything on obtaining it.

If you greatly desire something, have the guts to stake everything on obtaining 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.