#dr

I've heard fate talked of. It's not a word I use. I think we make our own choices. I think how we live our lives is our own doing, and we cannot fully hope on dreams and stars. But dreams and stars can guide us, perhaps. And the heart's voice is a strong one. Always is. Your heart's voice is your true voice. It is easy to ignore it, for sometimes it says what we'd rather it did not - and it is so hard to risk the things we have. But what life are we living, if we don't live by our hearts? Not a true one. And the person living it is not the true you. ↗

— Susan Fletcher

#dreams #fate #heart #hopes #life

It has been said of dreams that they are a 'controlled psychosis,' or, put another way, a psychosis is a dream breaking through during waking hours. ↗

— Philip K. Dick

#mental-illness #reality #dreams

The strong-minded rise to the challenge of their goals and dreams. The weak-minded become haters. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#dreams #goals #haters #life #rise

Everything is created twice, first in the mind and then in reality. ↗

— Robin S. Sharma

#nature-of-reality #perception #spiritual-growth #truth #dreams

You're just another american who is willfully ignorant of the big red, white and blue dick being shoved up your asshole every day... The owners of this country know the truth... it's called the American dream because you have to be asleep to believe it! ↗

— George Carlin

#ignorance #patriotism #servitude #stupidity #dreams

In the games of queens and kings, we leave our dreams at the door and we make do with what we have. Sometimes if we’re fortunate, we still manage to have a good life. ↗

— Melina Marchetta

#kings #lives #loss #queens #rulership

Did the destruction of one dream leave a vacuum that required filling with another? Is a broken heart more vulnerable? ↗

— Cinda Williams Chima

#heartbreak #raisa #dreams

Babe, look at me.” “Kiss my ass,” I replied. ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#tyra #dreams

We comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection. Something closed must retain our memories, while leaving them their original value as images. Memories of the outside world will never have the same tonality as those of home and, by recalling these memories, we add to our store of dreams; we are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost. ↗

— Gaston Bachelard

#dreams

She snatched at the dream that had comforted her for so long. It was faded and thin, like a letter too often read. ↗

— Elizabeth George Speare

#elizabeth-george-speare #witch-of-blackbird-pond #dreams