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When the power falls on me, it buzzes in the warm, dark spaces of my skull. It stings like nettles at the tips of my fingers. The power is a fever I have felt since early childhood, a heat in the blood that leaves me flushed and unsteady, dreaming in daylight. ↗

— Victoria Lamb

#paranormal-romance #witches #witchstruck #dreams

I prefer your smiles and laughter, wife, but there are far worse things than your tears wetting my skin. ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#finnie #frey-dakkar #kristen-ashley #wildest-dreams #dreams

When you stop chasing your dreams, your dreams start chasing you. ↗

— Dez Del Rio

#horror #magic #occult #paranormal #suspense

To realize one's destiny is a person's only real obligation. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#dreams #dreams

Edward: You know what the difference is between a dream and a goal? he used to say to me. A plan. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#goals #jodi-picoult #lone-wolf #plans #dreams

One will hate you for taking his life, another will run to excesses that you scorn. A third will emerge mad and raving, another a monster you cannot control. One will be jealous of your superiority, another shut you out... And the veil will always come down between you Make a legion, you will be, always and forever alone! ↗

— Anne Rice

#anne-rice #armand #hate #lestat #lestat-de-lioncourt

Mental acuity of any kind comes from solving problems yourself, not from being told how to solve them. ↗

— Paul Lockhart

#intelligence #problems #art

Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven, shall behold the night of our solemnities. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#dreams

It was an unusual sunset. Having sat behind opaque drapery all day, I had not realized that a storm was pushing in and that much of the sky was the precise shade of old suits of armor one finds in museums. At the same time, patches of brilliance engaged in a territorial dispute with the oncoming onyx of the storm. Light and darkness mingled in strange ways both above and below. Shadows and sunshine washed together, streaking the landscape with an unearthly study of glare and gloom. Bright clouds and black folded into each other in a no-man's land of the sky. The autumn trees took on the appearance of sculptures formed in a dream, their leaden-colored trunks and branches and iron-red leaves all locked in an infinite and unliving moment, unnaturally timeless. The gray lake slowly tossed and tumbled in a dead sleep, nudging unconsciously against its breakwall of numb stone. A scene of contradiction and ambivalence, a tragicomedic haze over all. A land of perfect twilight. ↗

— Thomas Ligotti

#dreams

Każdy sen, ten czarowny i piękny, zbyt długo śniony zamienia się w koszmar. A z takiego budzimy się z krzykiem. ↗

— Andrzej Sapkowski

#human #nightmare #dreams