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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.
When ambitious desires arise in thy heart, recall the days of extremity thou have passed through. Forbearance is the root read more
When ambitious desires arise in thy heart, recall the days of extremity thou have passed through. Forbearance is the root of all quietness and assurance forever.
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.
Desire is the key to motivation, but it's determination and commitment to an unrelenting pursuit of your goal - a read more
Desire is the key to motivation, but it's determination and commitment to an unrelenting pursuit of your goal - a commitment to excellence - that will enable you to attain the success you seek.
Serendipity. Look for something, find something else, and realize that what you've found is more suited to your needs than read more
Serendipity. Look for something, find something else, and realize that what you've found is more suited to your needs than what you thought you were looking for.
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.
Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?
Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?
A woman's appetite is twice that of a man's; her sexual desire, four times; her intelligence, eight times
A woman's appetite is twice that of a man's; her sexual desire, four times; her intelligence, eight times
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.
