#dre

Nothing can be more painful than the cry of the word which gave us the inspiration to dream of love. ↗

— Sorin Cerin

#dreams

I have a serious question." "I will give a serious answer." "Can a god be killed?" The humor drained from Roman's face. "Well, that depends on if you're a pantheist or a Marxist." "What's the difference?" "The first believes that divinity is the universe. The two are synonymous and nonexistent without each other. The second believes in anthropocentrism, seeing man in the center of the universe, and god as just an invention of human conscience. Of course, if you follow Nietzsche, you can kill God just by thinking about him. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#death #gods #philosophy #roman #death

Once, I had a dream of fame. Generally, even then, I was lonely. ↗

— David Markson

#dreams

It's one of the things that makes us different than they are, Harry. The blood on their hands does not make it right to bloody my own. My choices are measured against my own soul. Not against the stains on theirs. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#harry-dresden #michael-carpenter #death

They should make earplugs for people who are grieving, so we don't have to hear the stupid things people say, but I'd look like a dork in them." -Corinna ↗

— Carole Geithner

#children-s-grief #death-of-a-loved-one #death-of-a-parent #grief #if-only

The taste one gets of death in dreams I find more penetrating and atmospheric than the ordinary fear one might suffer while awake. ↗

— Thomas Keneally

#dreams #death

If you dream it, you can do it. ↗

— Walt Disney

#dreams

It was like a dream you might have after death in which lost people came back to life, your friends loved you again no matter what you had done, and your failures were unaccountably forgiven. ↗

— Ann Brashares

#dream #failures #forgiven #life #people

Come, my child," I said, trying to lead her away. "Wish good-bye to the poor hare, and come and look for blackberries." "Good-bye, poor hare!" Sylvie obediently repeated, looking over her shoulder at it as we turned away. And then, all in a moment, her self-command gave way. Pulling her hand out of mine, she ran back to where the dead hare was lying, and flung herself down at its side in such an agony of grief as I could hardly have believed possible in so young a child. "Oh, my darling, my darling!" she moaned, over and over again. "And God meant your life to be so beautiful! ↗

— Lewis Carroll

#children-s-literature #death #dying #god #grief

We're fighting for a dream, for a life unlike anything we've ever known. ↗

— Heather Anastasiu

#inspirational #telek #zoe #dreams