#dre

Might there come a time When we stand over a grave And mourn ourselves? Mourn the past, a previous life? Shall we weep for the passing of time? Shall we grieve for unfulfilled dreams? In my naivety; in my belief In immortal youth, I sleep walk through life. Someone... wake me up. Please. Wake me up. ↗

— Samantha Young

#immortality #mourn #passing #reflection #sleep

When diamonds boast that they can't be crushed, let 'em go, 'cause dreams don't turn to dust. ↗

— Owl City

#dreams #dust #inspirational #dreams

One of the Enemy's most effective strategies is to get you to focus on what you don't have, what you used to have, or what someone else has that you wish you had. He does this to keep you from looking around and asking, "God, what can You do through what I have? ↗

— Steven Furtick

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When there's nothing to see, when there are no thoughts, life comes instead. ↗

— John Ajvide Lindqvist

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You know what I used to dream about, in stir?" His voice was hoarse, the words low and fast and faintly guttural. "I used to dream about you. You were the only clean and good and decent thing left in my life, and I would dream about you. I used to dream about taking your clothes off piece by piece, and what you would look like naked, and how it would feel to fuck you really good. I used to dream about that in high school, too. In fact, I got off almost every night for the last fourteen years, dreaming about you." Rachel's lips parted with shock. Speechless, she stared at him wide-eyed for what seemed an eternity while her heart suddenly hammered and her throat went dry. "I'm fucking tired of dreaming, ↗

— Karen Robards

#funny #sex #dreams

Myth is a cloud based upon a shadow based upon the movement of the breeze. ↗

— Alexander McCall Smith

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...it must be odd to have no ambition, not to want something more. ↗

— Alexander McCall Smith

#dreams

Quirky, funny, happy-go-lucky dead inside Dexter. No longer Dexter with the knife, Dexter the Avenger. Not until next time. ↗

— Jeff Lindsay

#next-time #quirky #dreams

But there was nothing. No village or town as far as her eyes could strain. Nowhere for her saviours to come from and take her to; just fields and trees and the weeping arc of the river Greave all the way to the horizon. Just like in the books, Greaveburn was all there was; building and building until streets were foundations, roofs were floors, constantly climbing away from itself. now that Abrasia saw it, her dream of escape crumbled completely like an ancient map in her fingers. The horizon was the world's edge and there was nothing beyond it but mist and falling. Greaveburn stood alone on this little circle of earth, the river running around and into itself like a snake eating its tail. And Abrasia was doomed to watch the sun and stars trade places for all eternity. ↗

— Craig Hallam

#city #gothic #greave #greaveburn #river

Moterys trokšta pasakos. Aišku, ne visos, bet daugelis nuo vaikystės svajoja apie vyrą, kuris dėl jų būtų pasiryžęs viskam, netgi žinodamas, kad gali likti pats įskaudintas. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

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