There are two tragedies in life. One is not get your heart's desire. The other is to get it.

There are two tragedies in life. One is not get your heart's desire. The other is to get it.

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.

Love is the rose. Lust is the thorn.
http://www.sathyasai.org.

Love is the rose. Lust is the thorn.
http://www.sathyasai.org.

We trifle when we assign limits to our desires, since nature hath set none.

We trifle when we assign limits to our desires, since nature hath set none.

Man is a creation of desire, not a creation of need.

Man is a creation of desire, not a creation of need.

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.

I do desire we may be better strangers.

I do desire we may be better strangers.

More than we use is more than we want.

More than we use is more than we want.