Desire creates the power.
....love and desire enjoy a symbiotic relationship, meaning that one cannot exist without the other. Desire is an enemy to contentment; desire is illness, a feverish brain. Who can be considered healthy who wants? The very word want suggests a lack, an impoverishment, and that is what desire is: an impoverishment of the brain, a flaw, a mistake.
Just because someone desires you, it does not mean that they value you. Read it over. Again. Let those words resonate in your mind.
The excessive desire of pleasing goes along almost always with the apprehension of not being liked.
We are all dying, every moment that passes of every day. That is the inescapable truth of this existence. It is a truth that can paralyze us with fear, or one that can energize us with impatience, with the desire to explore and experience, with the hope- nay, the iron-will!- to find a memory in every action. To be alive, under sunshine, or starlight, in weather fair or stormy. To dance with every step, be they through gardens of flowers or through deep snows.
I had no desire to hear another woman tell my boyfriend how hot he was. If I wanted him to know, I'd damn well tell him myself.
There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart's desire. The other is to gain it.
Life ought to be a struggle of desire toward adventures whose nobility will fertilize the soul.
It's the soul's duty to be loyal to its own desires. It must abandon itself to its master passion.
Knowledge is the eye of desire and can become the pilot of the soul.