#dream

You block your dream when you allow your fear to grow bigger than your faith. ↗

— Mary Manin Morrissey

#bigger #block #dream #faith #fear

Mariela had tried to discern what love was made of, but love was not easily discipherable. It was a quickened heart, a trembling mouth, a breath, a quake, a dream. It was physical and metaphysical, territorial and saintly. It was sacrificing and jealous, maudlin and profound, well-anticipated and entirely unpredictable, and she found it in all its various guises at the end of a long loneliness that she had thought would last her lifetime. ↗

— Lane von Herzen

#dreams

In the deepest, darkest depths of her heart where she kept all her dreams locked up in a pink journal decorated with ponies and unicorns, she’d fantasized about declaring her love for Sasha Karimi for two years. In those scenarios, he generally fell to his knees in thrilled delight before he reciprocated the feelings and then they got married and had lots of babies and maybe a pet iguana and lived happily ever after. ↗

— Alisha Rai

#humor #romance #dreams

Bahwa kamu akan mengejarnya sampai dapat, apapun itu segala keinginan, mimpi, cita-cita, keyakinan diri.. Cuma kaki yg akan berjalan lebìh jauh dari biasanya, tangan yg akan berbuat lebih banyak dari biasanya, mata yg akan menatap lebih lama da...ri biasanya, leher yg akan lebih sering melihat ke atas.. Puncak mahameru.. ↗

— Donni Dhirgantara

#inspire #dreams

I've had this reoccurring dream for the last ten to fifteen years. ↗

— Tommy Tune

#fifteen #had #i #last #teen years

Had Mary Shelley fretted so? Maybe yes, maybe no. She’d begun her classic work on a dare. Had culled a dream to bring it into being. But it was not lost on Laura that the story might be a prolonged exercise in Shelley’s personal terrors. The subtitle of the work was 'Prometheus Unbound,' and Laura wondered if Shelley herself was not Prometheus in the form of the wandering monster, who desperately sought love and acceptance but was ultimately driven to face an icy landscape that seemed almost fantastical—the way our own subconscious could be, white and frozen-slippery. ↗

— L.L. Barkat

#mary-shelley #writers #writing #dreams

nasionalisme terurai dalam sikap belaka dan bukan program konkret, setumpuk keluhan dan bukan kekuatan yang terorganisasi, gambar dan bunyi yang memadati gelombang udara dan percakapan, namun tanpa perwujudan jasadi. ↗

— Barack Obama

#dreams

It took several minutes, and when Butters woke up, Andi and Marci, both naked, both rather pleasant that way, were giving him CPR. They'd kept his body alive in the absence of his soul. "Wow," Butters slurred as he opened his eyes. He looked back and forth between the two werewolf girls. "Subtract the horrible pain in my chest, and all the mold and mildew, and I'm living the dream." Then he passed out. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#dreams

Es así y punto. Y es así, no sirve soñar. O al menos, más vale no hacerlo, porque daña más. Mejor tener sueños a lo Niko, los seguros, los que te compras. Me voy a comprar unas zapatillas nuevas, las Dreams, así los sueños por lo menos los llevas en los pies y los pisoteas. ↗

— Alessandro D'Avenia

#dreams

Maybe like the never-ending stories within stories of the One Thousand and One Nights, life is dream within dream all the way through? ↗

— H.M. Forester

#stories #dreams