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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, like the atom, is explosive with creative force.
Desire, like the atom, is explosive with creative force.
Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.
Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.
When you desire something from the bottom of your heart, then the entire universe will work for you to give read more
When you desire something from the bottom of your heart, then the entire universe will work for you to give what you want. The more you believe in the process, the more you will attract towards you.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
