Quietly yearning for what you don’t have, while dreading losing what you do. For 99.9% of your race, that is the definition of reality. Desire and fear, baby.
Desire becomes surrender. Surrender becomes power.
Desire is irrelevant. I am a machine.
No growth without assistance. No action without reaction. No desire without restraint. Now give yourself up and find yourself again.
It’s unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same.
We have to control our desires, otherwise they’ll control us.
Some got what they wanted only to discover the one thing every holy man knows: God has a sense of humor.
I don’t want to leave.[Bob Harris]So don’t. Stay here with me. We’ll start a jazz band.[Charlotte]
