#am

Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#speech

I had reached up and pulled the castle of dreams down around him. ↗

— Susan Kay

#mask #opera #phantom #dreams

I don't know what it is with Finnick and bread, but he seems obsessed with handling it. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#finnick #fire #games #hunger #obsession

You, know I'm the Queen's favorite great nephew, Well, yeah I'm her only great nephew, but that's not important, I'd still be her favorite... ↗

— Richelle Mead

#vampire-academy #kiss

Like a stalker. An obsessed stalker. An obsessed, vampire stalker ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#edward #midnight-sun #stalker #stephenie-meyer #twilight

Bienvenidos a mi barco pirata. Vamos rumbo a Venecia, a cazar vampiros. ↗

— Sofía Navarro

#bienvenida #caza #pirata #piratas #pirate

The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battle-field, and patriot grave, to every living heart and hearth-stone, all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature. --as quoted in THE RIVER OF WINGED DREAMS ↗

— Abraham Lincoln

#angels #civil-war #democracy #destiny #determination

It's not the job of this town to make me feel happy. It's not this town´s fault that I don't feel I fit in. It doesn't matter where you are in the world, because it's about where you are in your head. It's about the other world I inhabit. The world of dreams, hope, imagination, and memories. I'm happy up here, and because of that I'm happy up there too ↗

— Cecelia Ahern

#loneliness #philosophy-of-life-people #dreams

I hate you for all the years I 'll have to live without you. How can a heart hurt this much and still go on beating? How can I feel this bad without dying from it? I 've bruised my knees with praying to have you back. None of my prayers have been answered. I tried to send them up to heaven but they 're trapped here on earth, like bobwhites beneath the snow. I try to sleep and it's like I 'm suffocating. Where have you gone? Once you said that if I wasn't with you, it wouldn't be heaven. I can't let go of you. Come back and haunt me. Come back. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#love-hurts #dreams

I love the smell of the ice... And the cold. The sound the puck makes when it's sliding across the ice or when hits the net for a goal... as long as it's our goal. I love the sound of sticks crashing against one another. The sound my skates make when I come to a hard stop. The roar of the crowd. The way I feel when i'm playing. I can do things on this ice that I can't do anywhere else. ↗

— J. Sterling

#love #sports #dreams