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Had doting Priam checked his son's desire,
Troy had been bright with fame, and not with fire.
Had doting Priam checked his son's desire,
Troy had been bright with fame, and not with fire.
Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.
Never let go of that fiery sadness called 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.
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.
A desire presupposes the possibility of action to achieve it; action presupposes a goal which is worth achieving.
A desire presupposes the possibility of action to achieve it; action presupposes a goal which is worth achieving.
Manifest plainness, embrace simplicity, reduce selfishness, have few desires.
Manifest plainness, embrace simplicity, reduce selfishness, have few desires.
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
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.
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.
