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You will become as small as your controlling desire; as great as your dominant aspiration.
You will become as small as your controlling desire; as great as your dominant aspiration.
All human activity is prompted by desire.
All human activity is prompted by desire.
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.
If thou wilt make a man happy, add not unto his riches but take away from his desires.
If thou wilt make a man happy, add not unto his riches but take away from his desires.
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.
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.
Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?
Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?
Oh! could I throw aside these earthly bands
That tie me down where wretched mortals sigh--
To read more
Oh! could I throw aside these earthly bands
That tie me down where wretched mortals sigh--
To join blest spirits in celestial lands!
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.
