#ate

Whose SUV is this?” I asked once we were out of Carnal. “Mine.” He answered. I looked at him. “You drive a Harley.” “Not big on puttin’ bad guys on the back of my bike when I hunt them down, Ace. Fucks with my street cred. ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#dreams

Brilliant strategy is the best route to desirable ends with available means. ↗

— Max McKeown

#strategic #strategy #leadership

A great strategy meeting is a meeting of minds. ↗

— Max McKeown

#management #meetings #strategic #strategic-planning #strategy

With a clever strategy, each action is self-reinforcing. Each action creates more options that are mutually beneficial. Each victory is not just for today but for tomorrow. ↗

— Max McKeown

#leadership #strategic #strategic-planning #strategy #leadership

Dream with my eyes open Sleep when I am dead Love who my heart's chosen Conquer what lies ahead ↗

— Ryan Keith Follese'

#follese #hot-chelle-rae #hotchellerae #keith #lovesick

Does he lay with you in the grass? Does he stare up at the stars, speaking of his dreams, wishing he could roll over and kiss you and run his fingers along the breasts that tease him beneath the shirt--the shirt he knows he will carry home with him and smell and, God help him, sleep in, just so that he could be close to you? ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#romance #romance-novels #dreams

Will you stay out of it?” he clipped. “She’s holdin’ onto me, bud, I’d say I’m in it,” Tate returned. ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#dreams

But what is the use of preaching the Gospel to men whose whole attention is concentrated upon a mad, desperate struggle to keep themselves alive? ↗

— William Booth

#attention #concentrated #desperate #gospel #keep

I’m being given my heart’s desire, and I just don’t know what to do with it. I’m almost afraid tobelieve it’s true, in case someone shakes me and tells me I’m dreaming.”“It’s not a dream. I’m here with you,” I say. “For what looks like a really long time. ↗

— Amy Plum

#romance #vincent-delacroix #dreams

She had always lived her best life in dreams. She knew no greater pleasure than that moment of passage into the other place, when her limbs grew warm and heavy and the sparkling darkness behind her lids became ordered and doors opened; when conscious thought grew owl's wings and talons and became other than conscious. ↗

— John Crowley

#doors #falling-asleep #sleep #sophie-dale-drinkwater #sparkling-darkness