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Champions are made and not born. Champion’s feat are acquired and not inherited, earned and not transferred, attained and not deposited ↗

— Ikechukwu Joseph

#create-vision #destiny #develop-talents #discover-potentials #dreams

Failure is not fatal nor that you are finished but the result of unfinished product waiting to be reproduced, reprocessed and polished. Failure is that you have learned your omissions, mistakes or what you did not do right or well at the last attempt. You can transform failure into a fortune by dealing with what went wrong. Failure is only a product of uncorrected mistakes. ↗

— Ikechukwu Joseph

#create-vision #destiny #develop-talents #discover-potentials #dreams

When a mortal dreams, all kinds of strange things can happen. When a wizard dreams, it can be even weirder. Sometimes, dreams can be intense enough to create a little, temporary world of their own. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#wizards #dreams

Seoafin, Tonight, you marry The Drakkar. In the ancient tongue, this means The Dragon. Good luck, Sjofn ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#dreams

Everybody has. It wouldn't do for us to have all our dreams fulfilled. We would be as good as dead if we had nothing left to dream about. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#dreams

she should have told me that times slides away on a hillside of lose shale and takes everything in its path-dreams, opportunities, hopes. And youth. It takes that fastest of all. ↗

— Kristin Hannah

#short-story #dreams

When young we think there will come one person who will savor and sustain us always; when we are older we know this is the dream of a child, that all hearts finally are bruised and scarred, scored and torn, repaired by time and will, patched by force of character, yet fragile and rickety forevermore, no matter how ferocious the defense and how many bricks you bring to the wall. ↗

— Brian Doyle

#joyas-voladoras #dreams

The eyes were damned, the staring, glaring eyes of one who sees but does not see, eyes ever turned inward to the sterile hell of dreams beyond control, dreams unleashed, risen out of the stinking swamps of the unconscious. ↗

— Stephen King

#vision #dreams

Rich dreams now which he was loathe to wake from. Things no longer known in the world. The cold drove him forth to mend the fire. Memory of her crossing the lawn toward the house in the early morning in a thin rose gown that clung to her breasts. He thought each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party game. Say the words and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#dreams

Give a low man one ounce of power and he’ll throw ten thousand pounds of bricks on your head. ↗

— Lisa See

#dreams