#dr

Verbal blows cut to the soul and ate at the heart for eternity. ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#lydia #seth #dreams

So many people along the way,whatever it is you aspire to do,will tell you it can't be done.But all it takes is imagination.You dream.You plan.You reach. There will be obstacles.There will be doubters.There will be mistakes. But with hard work, with belief, with confidence and trust in yourself and those around you,there are no limits. ↗

— Michael Phelps with Alan Abrahamson

#dreams

Try to touch the past. Try to deal with the past. It's not real. It's just a dream. -Ted Bundy ↗

— Ted Bundy

#ted-bundy #dreams

The visions we offer our children shape the future. It _matters_ what those visions are. Often they become self-fulfilling prophecies. Dreams are maps. ↗

— Carl Sagan

#dreams #future #hope #dreams

What could a child know of the darkness of God's plan? Or how flesh is so frail it is hardly more than a dream ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#dreams

Let us depart instead for the fields of Dreams and wander those blue, romantic hills where stands the abandoned tower of the Supernatural, where cool mosses clothe the ruins of Idealism. Let us, in short, indulge in a little fantasy! ↗

— Eça de Queirós

#fantastic #fantasy #idealism #literature #supernatural

There’s a vastness here and I believe that the people who are born here breathe that vastness into their soul. They dream big dreams and think big thoughts, because there is nothing to hem them in. ↗

— Conrad Hilton

#dreams

A writer doesn't dream of riches and fame, though those things are nice. A true writer longs to leave behind a piece of themselves, something that withstands the test of time and is passed down for generations. ↗

— C.K. Webb

#fame-and-fortune #legacy #stories-imortality #writing #dreams

We all have our dreams. May we find them, and God have mercy on us when we do. ↗

— Tanith Lee

#dreams #tanith-lee #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