#are

Los Angeles was the kind of place where everybody was from somewhere else and nobody really droppped anchor. It was a transient place. People drawn by the dream, people running from the nightmare. Twelve million people and all of them ready to make a break for it if necessary. Figuratively, literally, metaphorically -- any way you want to look at it -- everbody in L.A. keeps a bag packed. Just in case. ↗

— Michael Connelly

#dreams #escape #escapism #hopes #los-angeles

God, why does a mortal man have children? It is senseless to love anything this much. ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#parenting #dreams

It was a land of shadows and ice. Of gray. And grayer. And black. -The Unseelie prison of Aedan ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#karen-marie-moning #dreams

Someday I'll be a weather-beaten skull resting on a grass pillow, Serenaded by a stray bird or two. Kings and commoners end up the same, No more enduring than last night's dream. ↗

— Ryokan

#dreams

Those heart-hammering nightmares that start to lose coherence even as you're waking up from them, but that still manage to leave their moldering fingerprints all across your day. ↗

— Mike Carey

#nightmares #dreams

Onward and upward has been replaced by forward and toward. ↗

— Julie Winkle Giulioni

#leadership-and-management #leadership

Talk is the most precious and result-driven commodity managers have to share. ↗

— Julie Winkle Giulioni

#management-and-leadership #leadership

Chloe kept her expression bland. He looked immensely pleased with himself this morning, and there was no way she was letting him know she'd had even one nocturnal thought about him. "I can't remember," she said, blinking guilelessly. "In fact, I slept so deeply I don't think I dreamt at all." "Indeed," he murmured. When he moved forward, she nearly jumped out of her skin, but he simply reached behind her and pulled the door to her bedchamber shut. Then backed her against it. "Hey," she snapped. "I sought but to give you a good morrow kiss, lass. 'Tis a Scots custom." She craned her neck, scowling up at him, and gave him a look that said Yeah, right, nice try. "A wee one. No tongue. I promise," he said, his lips curving faintly. "You never give up, do you?" "I never will, sweet. Doona you know that by now?" Oooh, that was beginning to take on shades of her dream. And he'd called her "sweet," a little endearment. She damped her mouth shut and shook her head. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#dagues #karen-marie-moning #the-dark-highlander #dreams

And now to sleep, to dream...perchance to fart. ↗

— Anthony Bourdain

#kansas-city #no-reservations #shakespeare #dreams

In the world of photography, you get to share a captured moment with other people. ↗

— James Wilson

#get #moment #other #people #photography