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He that flatters you more than you desire either has deceived you or wishes to deceive.
He that flatters you more than you desire either has deceived you or wishes to deceive.
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.
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.
Had doting Priam checked his son's desire,
Troy had been bright with fame, and not with fire.
Had doting Priam checked his son's desire,
Troy had been bright with fame, and not with fire.
Oh! could I throw aside these earthly bands
That tie me down where wretched mortals sigh--
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Oh! could I throw aside these earthly bands
That tie me down where wretched mortals sigh--
To join blest spirits in celestial lands!
We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us.
We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us.
What man knows is everywhere at war with what he wants.
What man knows is everywhere at war with what he wants.
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.
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.
