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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.
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
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.
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.
Some people wanted champagne and caviar when they should have had beer and hot dogs.
Some people wanted champagne and caviar when they should have had beer and hot dogs.
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.
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.
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.
The thing we long for, that we are
For one transcendent moment.
The thing we long for, that we are
For one transcendent moment.
