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| Can one desire too much of a good thing? Shakespeare. | 1 |
| Life is a race; desire the goal. Ramsay. | 2 |
| Perish the lore that deadens young desire! Beattie. | 3 |
| Desires are the pulse of the soul. Manton. | 4 |
| Hearts-ease is a flower which blooms from the grave of desire. W. R. Alger. | 5 |
| Sordid desires are the children of indulgence. J. L. Basford. | 6 |
| Happy the man who early learns the wide chasm that lies between his wishes and his powers! Goethe. | 7 |
| We never desire ardently what we desire rationally. La Rochefoucauld. | 8 |
| We trifle when we assign limits to our desires, since nature has set none. Bovee. | 9 |
| Each man has his own desires; all do not possess the same inclinations. Persius. | 10 |
| We are always striving for things forbidden, and coveting those denied us. Ovid. | 11 |
| It is easier to suppress the first desire than to satisfy all that follow it. Franklin. | 12 |
| The desires of man increase with his acquisitions. Dr. Johnson. | 13 |
| It is much easier to suppress the first desire than to satisfy those that follow. La Rochefoucauld. | 14 |
| It is not wishing and desiring to be saved will bring men to heaven; hells mouth is full of good wishes. Thomas Shepard. | 15 |
| Desire is the uneasiness a man finds in himself upon the absence of anything whose present enjoyment carries the idea of delight with it. Lavater. | 16 |
| In moderating, not in satisfying desires, lies peace. Heber. | 17 |
| What we seek, we shall find; what we flee from, flees from us. Emerson. | 18 |
| What we wish for in youth comes in heaps to us in old age. Goethe. | 19 |
| | But O! for the touch of a vanishd hand, |
| And the sound of a voice that is still! |
Tennyson. | 20 |
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| | We grow like flowers, and bear desire, |
| The odor of the human flowers. |
R. H. Stoddard. | 21 |
| It is better to desire than to enjoy, to love than to be loved. Hazlitt. | 22 |
| Keep you in the rear of your affection, out of the shot and danger of desire. Shakespeare. | 23 |
| Troubles advance upon us rapidly; our desires travel in the opposite direction. Alfred Mercier. | 24 |
| The shadows of our own desires stand between us and our better angels, and thus their brightness is eclipsed. Dickens. | 25 |
| Some desire is necessary to keep life in motion, and he whose real wants are supplied must admit those of fancy. Johnson. | 26 |
| As a general thing we obtain very surely and very speedily what we are not too anxious to obtain. Rousseau. | 27 |
| There is no inborn longing that shall not be fulfilled. I think that is as certain as the forgiveness of sins. George MacDonald. | 28 |
| Ah! Vanitas vanitatum! Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire, or, having it, is satisfied? Thackeray. | 29 |
| When our desires are fulfilled, we never fail to realize the wealth of imagination and the paucity of reality. Ninon de Lenclos. | 30 |
| O that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for. Bible. | 31 |
| However rich or elevated, a nameless something is always wanting to our imperfect fortune. Horace. | 32 |
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| Immortal longings in me. |
Shakespeare. | 33 |
| Before we passionately desire anything which another enjoys, we should examine into the happiness of its possessor. La Rochefoucauld. | 34 |
| The reason that many men want their desires is because their desires want reason. He may do what he will that will do but what he may. Warwick. | 35 |
| He who desires naught will always be free. Lefebvre-Laboulaye. | 36 |
| Unlawful desires are punished after the effect of enjoying; but impossible desires are punished in the desire itself. Sir P. Sidney. | 37 |
| Where necessity ends, curiosity begins; and no sooner are we supplied with everything that Nature can demand than we sit down to contrive artificial appetites. Dr. Johnson. | 38 |
| Our desires always increase with our possessions. The knowledge that something remains yet unenjoyed impairs our enjoyment of the good before us. Dr. Johnson. | 39 |
| | 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. |
Shelley. | 40 |
| | O fierce desire, the spring of sighs and tears, |
| Relievd with want, impoverishd with store, |
| Nurst with vain hopes, and fed with doubtful fears, |
| Whose force withstood, increaseth more and more! |
Brandon. | 41 |
| Every desire is a viper in the bosom, who while he was chill was harmless; but when warmth gave him strength, exerted it in poison. Johnson. | 42 |
| As long as the heart preserves desire, the mind preserves illusions. Chateaubriand. | 43 |
| Ere yet we yearn for what is out of our reach, we are still in the cradle. When wearied out with our yearnings, desire again falls asleep; we are on the death-bed. Bulwer-Lytton. | 44 |
| Our nature is inseparable from desires, and the very word desire (the craving for something not possessed) implies that our present felicity is not complete. Hobbes. | 45 |
| There is nothing capricious in nature. In nature the implanting of a desire indicates that the gratification of that desire is in the constitution of the creature that feels it. Emerson. | 46 |
| By annihilating the desires, you annihilate the mind. Every man without passions has within him no principle of action, nor motive to act. Helvetius. | 47 |
| The passions and desires, like the two twists of a rope, mutually mix one with the other, and twine inextricably round the heart; producing good if moderately indulged; but certain destruction if suffered to become inordinate. Burton. | 48 |
| He who can wait for what he desires takes the course not to be exceedingly grieved if he fails of it; he, on the contrary, who labors after a thing too impatiently thinks the success when it comes is not a recompense equal to all the pains he has been at about it. La Bruyère. | 49 |
| | How large are our desires! and yet how few |
| Events are answerable! So the dew, |
| Which early on the top of mountains stood, |
| Meaning, at least, to imitate a flood; |
| When once the sun appears, appears no more, |
| And leaves that parchd which was too moist before. |
Gomersall. | 50 |
| | Thou blind mans mark; thou fools self-chosen snare, |
| Fond fancys scum, and dregs of scatterd thoughts; |
| Band of all evils; cradle of causeless care; |
| Thou web of ill, whose end is never wrought; |
| Desire! Desire! I have too dearly bought |
| With price of mangled mind thy worthless ware, |
| Too long, too long, asleep thou hast me brought, |
| Who shouldst my mind to higher things prepare. |
Sir P. Sidney. | 51 |
| Every desire bears its death in its very gratification. Curiosity languishes under repeated stimulants, and novelties cease to excite and surprise, until at length we cannot wonder even at a miracle. Washington Irving. | 52 |
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