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It was when I realised I had a new nationality: I was in exile. I am an adulterous resident: when I am in one city, I am dreaming of the other. I am an exile; citizen of the country of longing. ↗

— Suketu Mehta

#expats #nationality #dreams

There is no animal more invincible than a woman, ↗

— Loretta Chase

#inspirational #truth #inspirational

Real mystery - the very reason to read (and certainly write) any book - was to them a thing to dismantle, distill and mine out into rubble they could tyrannize into sorry but more permanent explanations; monuments to themselves, in other words. In my view all teachers should be required to stop teaching at age thirty-two and not allowed to resume until they're sixty-five, so that they can live their lives, not teach them away - live lives full of ambiguity and transience and regret and wonder, be asked to explain nothing in public until very near the end when they can't do anything else. Explaining is where we all get into trouble. ↗

— Richard Ford

#reading-books #teaching #writing #age

Thoughts, pictures of him would come to me just a second after waking, shocking me from the forgetfulness of sleep, striking blows that were almost physical. And even in sleep I was not completely free. So often sleep brought dreams of him. ↗

— Bernard Taylor

#grief #grieving #loss #dreams

On their sofas of spice and feathers, the concubines also slept fretfully. In those days the Earth was still flat, and people dreamed often of falling over edges. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#inspirational #sleep #thought-provoking #writing #dreams

There is nothing like wounded affection for giving poignancy to anger. ↗

— Elizabeth Gaskell

#anger #betrayal #father-and-son #love #parent-and-child

Dreams are necessary. Like the air, without realizing it, I, you, and we all need dreams. The dreams that guide us on what we do today because today is the answer to our dreams the other day. ↗

— Alanda Kariza

#dreams

The dream is already ended and we're already awake in the golden eternity. ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#dreams

Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#fidelity #love #love

Now you look here. All your father ever dreamed of for you was to do something you loved in life. He didn't care about fancy qualifications or fancy clothes or cars, just that you were both happy and fulfilled. He was so excited about your dreams for a career. ↗

— Hazel Gaynor

#father #life #dreams