#dre

But what is the past? Could it be, the firmness of the past is just illusion? Could the past be a kaleidoscope, a pattern of images that shift with each disturbance of a sudden breeze, a laugh, a thought? And if the shift is everywhere, how would we know? ↗

— Alan Lightman

#einstein-s-dreams #past #time #dreams

Beware of organizations that proclaim their devotion to the light without embracing, bowing to the dark; for when they idealize half the world they must devalue the rest. ↗

— Starhawk

#paganism #dreams

Face it, Nat, this is one tiger who will never be jumping through your flaming hoop-- ↗

— Kresley Cole

#berserker #dark-fey #dreams-of-a-dark-warrior #immortals-after-dark #kresley-cole

Heathcliff. The "hero" of Wuthering Heights. Although no one knows why. He's mean, moody, and possibly a bit on the pongy side. Cathy loves him, though. She shows this by viciously rejecting him and marrying someone else for a laugh. Still, that is true love on the moors for you. ↗

— Louise Rennison

#tallulah-casey #wuthering-heights #dreams

I like children. If they're properly cooked. ↗

— W.C. Fields

#cooking

I glanced at Derek. The boy wonder didn't melt into a pile of goo, although his gaze was glued to Rowena's chest. Avoiding eye contact. Good strategy. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#derek #fantasy #good-strategy #ilona-andrews #magic-bites

Derek's breath touched Sara's throat in unsteady urges. "Sometimes," he whispered, "I'm so close to you ... and I'm still not close enough. I want to share your breath ... every beat of your heart." He cradled her head in both his hands, his mouth hot on her neck. "Sometimes," he murmured, "I want to punish you a little." "Why?" "For making me want you until I ache with it. For the way I wake at night just to watch you sleeping." His face was intense and passionate above her, his green eyes sharp in their brightness. "I want you more each time I'm with you. It's a fever that never leaves me. I can't be alone without wondering where you are, when I can have you again." His lips possessed hers in a kiss that was both savage and tender, and she opened to him eagerly. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#love #passion #dreams

I will continue to freak out my children by knitting in public. It's good for them. ↗

— Stephanie Pearl-McPhee

#knitting #meditation

But I was only a chaotic walker, nobody could stop me; even a totalitarian state was not able to control my daydreams, my poetic fascinations, the pattern of my walking. ↗

— Adam Zagajewski

#resistance #totalitarianism #totalitarianism

When true happiness shows up, the ego is bored with it: It's too plain, too ordinary, and it doesn't leave us feeling special or above the fray. It doesn't take away our problems, which is the ego's idea of happiness. The ego wants no more difficulties: no ore sickness, no more need for money, no more work, no more bad feelings, only unending pleasure and bliss. Such perfection is the ego's idea of a successful life. However, the happiness the ego dreams of will never be attained by anyone. The ego denies the reality of this dimension, where challenges are necessary to evolution and blissful states and pleasure come and go. ↗

— Gina Lake

#dreams #ego #evolution #happiness #inspiration