Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.

Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.

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.

Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?

Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?

The desire of the man is for the woman, but the desire of the woman is for the desire of read more

The desire of the man is for the woman, but the desire of the woman is for the desire of the man.

The starting point of all achievement is desire.

The starting point of all achievement is desire.

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.

Desire is the very essence of man.

Desire is the very essence of man.

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.