The capacity to love with body and soul is within one's control. Deliberate love should take hold of desire and want with all that raging heart.

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The capacity to love with body and soul is within one's control. Deliberate love should take hold of desire and want with all that raging heart.
Chapter 1 Why We Write Everyone feels inconspicuous, just one among many, but every once in a while a person feels something more, an instinct which burns in lifelong desire.
I really like women. To a woman... love and desire are mutually exclusive and happen at the same time.
Temptation an object of desire, a red flower radiant, inflicted on others.
I rather had a sudden desire to rush with a wild laugh, and run naked in the rain.
I had an overwhelming desire - a compulsion - to be full of hope.
A little voice in my mind would admit I deeply denied how his promises of comfort and love are empty desire. A sugar rush. I feel momentarily moved, but alone.
Desire and despair, they were like magnets that clashed, colliding again and again, obsessively all her life.
Vengeance burned within me, and pursued the desire of my soul.
A desire to protect is love.