#dr

Surely,' I said, 'you don't think that you are going to die because you dreamed you saw your old father; if one dies because one dreams of one's father, what happens to a man who dreams of his mother-in-law? ↗

— H. Rider Haggard

#mother-in-law #dreams

As long as she persisted in her belief that bafflement justified her actions, she felt confident no one would contradict her. ↗

— Thomm Quackenbush

#confident #confusion #contradict #dreams

Baby, football isn't my dream" he said, kissing my forehead. "You are". ↗

— Nicole Williams

#jude-lucy #dreams

While National Geographic magazine had given me a taste of the world, the three-dimensional details of this moment - the tickle of the rain drops, the suck sound of my feet in the mud, the challenge of getting photographs of the monkeys, my immature urge to make the driver wait even longer because he was annoying - would feed me for years to come. ↗

— Kristine K. Stevens

#exploration #tanzania #travel #dreams

We spend too much time keeping up with celebrities. They're living their dreams, what about you? Are you where you want to be in life. Get off the couch, turn off the tv and start achieving your goals. ↗

— Bianca Frazier

#celebrity #goals #time #dreams

am holding on to love am holding on to memories am holding on to a dream am holding on to a future am holding on to you in you i found love that gave me memories that have given me a dream for a future with you. ↗

— anita faith natuha

#dreams

Was this love in its purest form, unrequited yet all-consuming and unselfish? ↗

— Jacqueline Patricks

#dreams-of-the-queen #love #dreams

I lost my sleep somewhere to live my dreams. ↗

— Himanshu Chhabra

#inspirational #dreams

إن لم أنهض أنا إن لم تنهض أنت إن لم ينهض هو من سيرفع إذن مشعل الأمل في هذه الظلمات ؟ ↗

— Atiq Rahimi

#hope #dreams

The first thing I saw was blue. Blue sweater, blue eyes. Blue. Beautifully blue. Then I saw red as I recognized who belonged to the blue. “Fucking Wallbanger,” I hissed, frozen on the spot. His grin slid off as well as he played place-the-face for a moment. “Fucking Pink Nightie Girl,” he finally concluded. He grimaced. We stared, seething as the air literally turned electric between us, snapping and crackling. The four behind us had fallen silent, listening to this little interchange. Then they caught up. “That’s Wallbanger?” Sophia screeched. “Wait a minute, that’s Pink Nightie Girl?” Neil laughed, and Mimi and Ryan snorted. My face flamed bright red as I processed this information, and Simon’s sneer became that damnable smirk I’d seen that night in the hallway—when I’d banged on his door and made him quit giving it to the Giggler and yelled at him. When I’d been wearing… “Pink Nightie Girl. Pink Nightie Girl!” I choked out, beyond pissed. Beyond angry. Well into Furious Town. I stared at him, pouring all of my tension into that one look. All of the sleepless nights and lost Os and cold showers and banana thrusting and merciless wet dreams went into that one look. I wanted to level him with my eyes, make him beg for mercy. But no…Not Simon, Director of the International House Of Orgasms. He Was Still Smirking. ↗

— Alice Clayton

#pink-nightie-girrl #wallbanger #dreams