We are always striving for things forbidden, and coveting those
denied us.
[Lat., Nitimur in vetitum semper, cupimusque read more

We are always striving for things forbidden, and coveting those
denied us.
[Lat., Nitimur in vetitum semper, cupimusque negata.]

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.

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.

Manifest plainness, embrace simplicity, reduce selfishness, have few desires.

Manifest plainness, embrace simplicity, reduce selfishness, have few desires.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.