#eden

Then he dozed off to sleep and to dream dreams that for madness and audacity rivalled those of poppy-eaters ↗

— Jack London

#jack-london #martin-eden #poppy-eater #dreams

...he dreamed of being director of the FBI instead of attorney general. Considering some of the unsavory characters who had held the latter post, Milo didn't have the credentials for it. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#credentials #fbi #dreams

She remembered the story from her childhood, about Adam and Eve in the garden, and the talking snake. Even as a little girl she had said - to the consternation of her family - What kind of idiot was Eve, to believe a snake? But now she understood, for she had heard the voice of the snake and had watched as a wise and powerful man had fallen under its spell. Eat the fruit and you can have the desires of your heart. It's not evil, it's noble and good. You'll be praised for it. And it's delicious. ↗

— Orson Scott Card

#forbidden-fruit #garden-of-eden #sin #family

No bird has ever uttered note That was not in some first bird's throat; Since Eden's freshness and man's fall No rose has been original. ↗

— Thomas Bailey Aldrich

#bird #eden #ever #fall #first

I believe that religion should be totally separated from the state. That's not the way it is today, not even in Sweden. ↗

— Bjorn Ulvaeus

#even #i #i believe #i believe that #religion

It's too late!" I cried "I thought that once, too. But it's never too late. You taught me that. Love can make us eternal.” Phoenix’s eyes closed, haunted to the end. “I'm sorry,” were his last words. "I forgive you,” I sobbed, gripping onto him desperately. “I forgive you.” It was too late. All. Too. Late. ↗

— Jessica Shirvington

#jessica-shirvington #phoenix #the-embrace-series #the-violet-eden-chapters #violet

don’t make me walk back without being beside you, holding your hand.” He lowered one arm from my waist to draw my hand to his lips. “I’ve lived for two hundred years with only the imagination of what it would be like to touch this,”—he moved my hand over his mouth, kissing each knuckle—“to hold this . . .” When my breath became weak, he lowered it from his lips, but kept it firmly in his hand. “Please allow me to escort you back to the house? ↗

— Nicole Williams

#imagination

Everything good or true that the angels inspire in us is God’s, so God is constantly talking to us. He talks very differently, though, to one person than to another. ↗

— Emanuel Swedenborg

#god #heaven #inspiration #swedenborg #truth

And after we returned to the savannahs and abandoned the trees, did we long for those great graceful leaps and ecstatic moments of weightlessness in the shafts of sunlight of the forest roof? ↗

— Carl Sagan

#intelligence

But when they began handing out doctorates for comparative folk dancing and advanced fly-fishing, I became too stink in’ proud to use the title. I won’t touch watered whiskey and I take no pride in watered-down degrees. ↗

— Robert A. Heinlein

#education #education