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Do not follow vain desires; for verily he who prospers is preserved from lust, greed and anger.
Do not follow vain desires; for verily he who prospers is preserved from lust, greed and anger.
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.
The thing we long for, that we are
For one transcendent moment.
The thing we long for, that we are
For one transcendent moment.
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.
You can have anything you want if you want it desperately enough. You must want it with an inner exuberance read more
You can have anything you want if you want it desperately enough. You must want it with an inner exuberance that erupts through the skin and joins the energy that created the world.
Desire is the very essence of man.
Desire is the very essence of man.
What man knows is everywhere at war with what he wants.
What man knows is everywhere at war with what he wants.
The secret of happiness is to admire without desiring. And that is not happiness.
The secret of happiness is to admire without desiring. And that is not happiness.
