#am

in all the years i had blundered along in search of my own footing, she had never given me an inkling of this wish. unburdened by the demands of history or anyone else's dreams, i had wandered toward and finally reached a world far outside the plains i loved and loathed. my mother had neither begrudged me this journey nor expected it, certain that i had to make my own way. but she packed my toolbox with her great wit and forbearance before i went, and she stashed there, for long safekeeping, her desire. ↗

— Gail Caldwell

#dreams

In the end, my pursuit of the elusive New York State driver's license became about much more than a divorced woman's learning to drive for the first time. ↗

— Suzanne Vega

#became #divorced #drive #driver #elusive

Go and you will see that nothing is as wonderful as our dreams can make it ↗

— Carolyn Turgeon

#dreams

She reached into the pocket of her dress and threw the small stack of bills at him. They fluttered to the ground like broken dreams. "I hope you choke on every penny." "Pick that up." She drew back her arm and slapped him as hard as she could. ↗

— Susan Elizabeth Phillips

#drama #heart-wrenching #dreams

To me, a feminist belongs in the same category as a humanist or an advocate for human rights. I don't see why someone who's a feminist should be thought of differently. ↗

— Suzanne Vega

#belongs #category #differently #feminist #human

I became a Republican in 1951, the first year I could vote. ↗

— Clint Eastwood

#could #first #i #republican #vote

Well, opera began with an intent to resuscitate Greek drama, that is, modern opera as we know it. ↗

— John Eaton

#drama #greek #intent #know #modern

I always feel like an interloper when I do serious drama. It's my own paranoia. ↗

— Johnny Vegas

#drama #feel #i #i always #i do

When I wasn't as attractive as I am now, I suffered at the hands of cruel children and their taunts until I realised that confidence and a bit of aesthetic care can overcome that. ↗

— Johnny Vegas

#am #attractive #bit #care #children

This is only a record of broken and apparently unrelated memories, some of them as distinct and sequent as brilliant beads upon a thread, others remote and strange, having the character of crimson dreams with interspaces blank and black -- witch-fires glowing still and red in a great desolation. ↗

— Ambrose Bierce

#memory #dreams