#ad

I, too, do not want our children to leave us, Zeba, but it is not our decision to make. We are here only to facilitate their dreams. ↗

— Samina Ali

#dreams

That is dreamreading. As the birds leave south or north in their season, the Dreamreader has dreams to read. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#reading #dreams

Leaders must see the dream in their mind before they will accomplish the dream with their team. ↗

— Orrin Woodward

#leadership #vision #dreams

Let me put it this way, my father believed in a righteous God. Deus volt, that was his motto- 'because God wills it.' It was the Crusaders' motto, and they went into battle and were slaughtered just like my father. And when I saw him lying dead in a pool of his own blood, I knew then that I hadn't stopped believing in God. I'd just stopped believing God cared. There might be a God, Clary, and there might not, but I don't think it matters. Either way we're on our own. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#dead

It is our time, our task and our destiny - from "Opoponax Dreams ↗

— Genieve Dawkins

#fantasy #hopeful #inspirational #dreams

I must break out... ...start a new life... been here for years... might be getting into a rut... something a bit more exciting... more adventurous... something with more of a challenge... There's not much opportunity for self-advancement in toilets... ↗

— Raymond Briggs

#self-advancement #dreams

Politics bores you?" Bronsen said. Julien smiled. "It does. Apologies, sir, and it is not that I haven't tried to be fascinated. But careful and meticulous research has suggested the hypothesis that all politicians are liars, fools, and tricksters, and I have as yet come across no evidence to the contrary. They can do great damage, and rarely any good. It is the job of the sensible man to try and protect civilization from their depradations. ↗

— Iain Pears

#damage #deceit #depradation #lies #politicians

Sometimes, in the course of my hopeless quest, I would pick up and dip into one of the ordinary books that lay strewn around the castle. Whenever I did, it seemed so insipid and insubstantial that I flew into a rage and hurled it at the wall after reading the first few sentences. I was spoilt for any other form of literature, and the mental torment I endured was comparable to the agony of unrequited love compounded by the withdrawal symptoms associated with a severe addiction. ↗

— Walter Moers

#reading #dreams

I spent the rest of the day in someone else's story. The rare moments that I put the book down, my own pain returned in burning stabs. ↗

— Amy Plum

#die-for-me #escape #kate #loneliness #reading

Steven dreamed of you the very second you died (So the poem goes) and you may have visited him But I'm pretty sure you don't believe in poems ↗

— Jon Paul Fiorentino

#sadness #wit #dreams