#ch

Is not our capacity to choose, to chase, to dream of becoming other than we are, more powerful then the patterns of the stars? ↗

— Katherine Marsh

#fate #insperation #dreams

Michigan isn't just cold in December; it's artic. ↗

— Daniel Milstein

#december #icy #michigan #midwest #dreams

DREAMS ARE HERE TO BECOME REALITY. ↗

— Mickey Christiansen

#inspirational #katie #mickey #dreams

Miles, que estaba de espaldas a Danby, levantó la cabeza del libro. Miró primero la cabeza inclinada de Diana y después la de Lisa. Cuando Diana comenzó a alzar la cabeza, Miles volvió su atención al libro. Diana miró primero la cabeza inclinada de Miles y después la cabeza inclinada de Lisa. Cuando ésta empezó a levantar la cabeza, Diana volvió su atención al libro. Lisa miró primero la cabeza inclinada de Diana y después la de Miles. Cuando éste comenzó a levantar la cabeza otra vez, Lisa volvió su atención al libro. Reinaba un profundo silencio. ↗

— Iris Murdoch

#el-sueño-de-bruno #iris-murdoch #dreams

This brings us to a further complication: if what we experience as ‘reality’ is structured by fantasy and if fantasy serves as a screen that protects us from being directly overwhelmed by the raw Real then reality itself can function as an escape from the Real. In the opposition between dream and reality fantasy is at the side of reality and it is in dreams that we encounter the traumatic Real – it is not that dreams are for those who cannot endure reality reality itself is for those who cannot endure the Real that announces itself in their dreams. ↗

— Slavoj Žížek

#dreams

He knew only that his child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#god #son #child

There either is or is not, that’s the way things are. The colour of the day. The way it felt to be a child. The saltwater on your sunburnt legs. Sometimes the water is yellow, sometimes it’s red. But what colour it may be in memory, depends on the day. I’m not going to tell you the story the way it happened. I’m going to tell it the way I remember it. ↗

— Mitch Glazer

#reality #storytelling #child

Tell me what's going on here. Why can I hear your voice inside my head and why did you say you came to school for me?" "I was tired of admiring your legs from a distance. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#school

We’ll be back!” he snarled. It was really Ari’s voice. Boy, you just can’t kill people like you used to,” said Fang ↗

— James Patterson

#school

Boy, you just can't kill people like you used to, ↗

— James Patterson

#school