#dre

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

To run with the wolf was to run in the shadows, the dark ray of life, survival and instinct. A fierceness that was both proud and lonely, a tearing, a howling, a hunger and thirst. Blessed are they who hunger and thirst. A strength that would die fighting, kicking, screaming, that wouldn't stop until the last breath had been wrung from its body. The will to take one's place in the world. To say 'I am here.' To say 'I am. ↗

— O.R. Melling

#self #strength #the-book-of-dreams #wild #wolves

Lothaire briefly gazed heavenward. "Chase is clearly a reluctant sharer. Which should incite her curiosity about what's going on in his head. She's a disgustingly self-righteous Valkyrie, filled with the need to fix things, to right wrongs. If anything needed fixing ..." He waved a hand to indicate Declan from head to toe. "As wrong as he can be. ↗

— Kresley Cole

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

I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more ↗

— Franz Kafka

#dreams

We end up stumbling our way through the forest, never seeing all the unexpected and wonderful possibilities and potentials because we're looking for the idea of a tree, instead of appreciating the actual trees in front of us. ↗

— Charles de Lint

#love #sight #dreams

I let it ring. I wanted to breathe for a few minutes, and I could think of nothing that couldn't wait. Besides, I had paid almost $50 for an answering machine. Let it earn its keep. ↗

— Jeff Lindsay

#humor #dreams