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Suffering is part of life,' she said. 'All the parts of life are jumbled up together; you can't separate out just the one thing.' She parred his hand again, kindly. 'I could let you kill me now, lovely man, and have peace and good dreams forever. But who knows what I get instead, if I stay? Maybe time to see a new grandchild. Maybe a good joke that sets me laughing for days. Maybe another handsome young fellow flirting with me.' She grinned toothlessly, then let loose another horrible, racking cough. Ehiru steadies her with shaking hands. 'I want every moment of my life, pretty man, the painful and the sweet alike. Until the very end. If these are all the memories I get for eternity, I want to take as many of them with me as I can. ↗

— N.K. Jemisin

#life #memories #death

Just to keep the bad dreams at bay, she took a swig out of a bottle that smelled of apples and happy brain-death. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#humor #humorous-quotations #ironic #irony #death

I'm friggin' awesome! So screw the haters! ↗

— Jackson Pearce

#youtube #awesome

Ambition is a dream with a V8 engine. Ain't nowhere else in the world where you can go from driving a truck to cadillac overnight ↗

— Elvis Presley

#inspirational #life #music #dreams

World can be a bewildering place,and dreams and ambitions are often paths to the most pernicious of traps ↗

— Rohinton Mistry

#dreams

You see things and ask “Why?”; I dream things that never were and ask “Why not? ↗

— George Bernard Shaw

#inspirational #successful-mind #dreams

Some men see things as they are and ask why. Others dream things that never were and ask why not. ↗

— George Bernard Shaw

#dreams

At the end of the day, can you look back and say to yourself, "Today, my mother would be proud of me because I gave it all I had"? If you can, you will have had a very good day. And if you can do this every day, you will have a very good life. ↗

— Patrick Henry Hughes

#life #mothers #dreams

I was eleven when my father left, so neither of us really knew our fathers. I’d met mine of course, but then I only knew my dad as a child knows a parent, as a sort of crude outline filled in with one or two colors. I’d never seen my father scared or cry. I’d never heard him admit to any wrongdoing. I have no idea what he dreamed of. And once I’d seen a smile pinned to one cheek and darkness to the other when my mum had yelled at him. Now he was gone, and I was left with just an impression—one of male warmth, big arms, and loud laughter. ↗

— Lloyd Jones

#fathers #dreams

‎Reading good literature is an experience of pleasure...but it is also an experience of learning what and how we are, in our human integrity and our human imperfection, with our actions, our dreams, and our ghosts, alone and in relationships that link us to others, in our public image and in the secret recesses of our consciousness. ↗

— Mario Vargas Llosa

#literature #reading #dreams