#dre

On its own, my internal dissociated part now came to the surface, and I found myself hiding from everyone. I still was not connecting it to the dream I'd had. At one time I had thought I could control these sudden episodes, but I was apparently mistaken. I had grown very unsure about every facet of my mental health. A disturbed part of me was taking over and I was terrified. I began to wonder if Big Suzie would completely cease to exist. ↗

— Suzie Burke

#consciosness #dissociation #dissociative #dissociative-identity-disorder #multiple-personality-disorder

Nothing exists; all is a dream. God—man—the world—the sun, the moon, the wilderness of stars—a dream, all a dream; they have no existence. Nothing exists save empty space—and you! ↗

— Mark Twain

#dreams

For most of my life I've been a listener. At least in the beginning, I think the reason I listened so intently was to have a chance of hearing the train before it ran over me. ↗

— Steve Rasnic Tem

#foreshadowing #listening #worry #life

The goal of the Head Start program is to give at-risk children all across our Nation a fair chance at succeeding in the educational system. ↗

— Joe Baca

#at-risk #chance #children #educational #fair

So now you must choose... Are you a child who has not yet become world-weary? Or are you a philosopher who will vow never to become so? To children, the world and everything in it is new, something that gives rise to astonishment. It is not like that for adults. Most adults accept the world as a matter of course. This is precisely where philosophers are a notable exception. A philosopher never gets quite used to the world. To him or her, the world continues to seem a bit unreasonable - bewildering, even enigmatic. Philosophers and small children thus have an important faculty in common. The only thing we require to be good philosophers is the faculty of wonder… ↗

— Jostein Gaarder

#curiosity #life #philosophy #life

But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false? ↗

— H. P. Lovecraft

#false #notoriously #poets #tales #travellers

Human would addicted to talented story tellers dreamy world ↗

— Irak Ibrahim

#talent #dreams

What others see in you now is just a MILD chapter of you; the WILD version of your brand is yet to be visible. Just dare and will show up! ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#brand #branding #dare #dream-big #food-for-thought

Each song is a child I nourish and give my love to. But even if you have never written a song, your life is a song. How can it not be? ↗

— Michael Jackson

#music #song #life

Like I said, magic comes from life, and especially from emotions. They're a source of the same intangible energy that everyone can feel when an autumn moon rises and fills you with a sudden sense of bone-deep excitement, or when the first warm breeze of spring rushes past your face, full of the scents of life, and drowns you in a sudden flood of unreasoning joy. The passion of mighty music that brings tears to your eyes, and the raw, bubbling, infectious laughter of small children at play, the bellowing power of a stadium full of football fans shouting "Hey!" in time to that damned song—they're all charged with magic. My magic comes from the same places. And maybe from darker places than that. Fear is an emotion, too. So is rage. So is lust. And madness. I'm not a particularly good person. I'm no Charles Manson or anything, but I'm not going to be up for canonization either. Though in the past, I think maybe I was a better person than I am today. In the past I hadn't seen so many people hurt and killed and terrorized by the same kind of power that damn well should have been making the world a nicer place, or at the least staying the hell away from it. I hadn't made so many mistakes back then, so many shortsighted decisions, some of which had cost people their lives. I had been sure of myself. I had been whole. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#magic #life