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but as he plodded along a vague and almost hallucinatory pall hazed over his mind; he found himself at one point, with no notion of how it could be, a step from an almost certain fatal cliffside fall—falling humiliatingly and helplessly, he thought; on and on, with no one even to witness it. Here there existed no one to record his or anyone else's degradation, and any courage or pride which might manifest itself here at the end would go unmarked: the dead stones, the dust-stricken weeds dry and dying, perceived nothing, recollected nothing, about him or themselves. ↗

— Philip K. Dick

#death #degradation #dying #oblivion #courage

If you really think there's a Santa, why don't you sit on the front steps all night in the freezing cold and see if he climbs down any chimneys tonight. Good luck. And since we're a family that isn't lucky enough to have a chimney, how would Santa get into our house? Does he bring a locksmith with him? And it probably would have to be a Jewish locksmith, because a Christian locksmith is going to want to be home with his family. And how many Jewish locksmiths are there? None. ↗

— Lewis Black

#jewish #locksmith #santa #dreams

Brooklyn was a dream. All the things that happened there just couldn't happen. It was all dream stuff. Or was it all real and true and was it that she, Francie, was the dreamer? ↗

— Betty Smith

#dreams #growing-up #hope #imagination #leaving

Christianity enhanced the notion of political and social accountability by providing a new model: that of servant leadership. In ancient Greece and Rome no one would have dreamed of considering political leaders anyone's servants. The job of the leader was to lead. But Christ invented the notion that the way to lead is by serving the needs of others, especially those who are the most needy. ↗

— Dinesh D'Souza

#politics #religion #dreams

Joy is the goal of existence, and joy is not to be stumbled upon, but to be achieved, and the act of treason is to let its vision drown in the swamp of the moment's torture. ↗

— Ayn Rand

#objectivism #philosophy #taggart #goals

Seconds seem like a life time when the life you lived is slowly drained out of you by those who care not what you felt, hoped, or dreamed. When the darkness comes it is all consuming, there is no light and there is no pain. It is the never ending loss of hope that now consumes me as I die in his arms. ↗

— Cassandra Giovanni

#walking-in-the-shadows #ya-romance #ya-thriller #dreams

Better to end this dream before it becomes a nightmare. ↗

— Rachel Cohn

#life #love #nick-norah-s-infinite-playlist #nightmare #reality-check

Dream sets us on fire. Dream gives us direction. Dream betters our potential. Dream helps us prioritize. Dream adds value to our work and life. Dream colors our future. ↗

— Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha

#author #dream #fire #goodreads #google

It is a key keeper’s right to bestow a copy of his key on anyone he wishes. But this practice - a phenomenal rite - is hardly ever performed. To receive a copy of the key means to have its imprint seared into your hand. Holding that branded replica over the front lock miraculously parts the gates to Dreamland. It works just as effectively as inserting the genuine key. Staggering to think about, isn’t it? You might consider clenching your fists when you dream. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#dreamland #gavin #key #key-keeper #richelle

Sonnez, grelots; sonnez, clochettes; sonnez, cloches! Car mon rêve impossible a pris corps et je l’ai Entre mes bras pressé : le Bonheur, cet ailé Voyageur qui de l’Homme évite les approches, - Sonnez grelots; sonnez, clochettes, sonnez, cloches! Le Bonheur a marché côte à côte avec moi; Mais la FATALITÉ ne connaît point de trêve : Le ver est dans le fruit, le réveil dans le rêve, Et le remords est dans l’amour : telle est la loi. - Le Bonheur a marché côte à côte avec moi. ↗

— Paul Verlaine

#happiness #dreams