I do desire we may be better strangers.

I do desire we may be better strangers.

Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.

Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.

Oh! could I throw aside these earthly bands
That tie me down where wretched mortals sigh--
To read more

Oh! could I throw aside these earthly bands
That tie me down where wretched mortals sigh--
To join blest spirits in celestial lands!

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

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.

It's so much better to desire than to have. . . . The moment of desire, when you know something read more

It's so much better to desire than to have. . . . The moment of desire, when you know something is going to happen -- that's the most exalting.

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.

By annihilating the desires, you annihilate the mind. Every man without passions has within him no principle of action, nor read more

By annihilating the desires, you annihilate the mind. Every man without passions has within him no principle of action, nor motive to act.

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.