#hea

I've heard fate talked of. It's not a word I use. I think we make our own choices. I think how we live our lives is our own doing, and we cannot fully hope on dreams and stars. But dreams and stars can guide us, perhaps. And the heart's voice is a strong one. Always is. Your heart's voice is your true voice. It is easy to ignore it, for sometimes it says what we'd rather it did not - and it is so hard to risk the things we have. But what life are we living, if we don't live by our hearts? Not a true one. And the person living it is not the true you. ↗

— Susan Fletcher

#dreams #fate #heart #hopes #life

Did the destruction of one dream leave a vacuum that required filling with another? Is a broken heart more vulnerable? ↗

— Cinda Williams Chima

#heartbreak #raisa #dreams

Elli, don’t cry!” “I’m sorry,” she said, sniffing as she tried to stop crying, “You’re like a dream, Shea, no one does that anymore.” “Sure they do, come here.” She went into his arms willingly, rubbing her nose against his shirt, taking in his heavenly scent. “I meant every word, Elli. You’re amazing.” How in the world did she get so lucky? And why couldn’t she believe him? ↗

— Toni Aleo

#shea-adler #dreams

In every human heart is a place where you put all your broken dreams. When something doesn't work out, no matter what it may be, you just have to give it up and stuff it in with your broken dreams. And make sure you keep the lid on tight. ↗

— Sayo Masuda

#dreams #heart #human #dreams

Everything has taken on a strange, distant quality - the sounds of running and shouting outside get warped and weird like they're being filtered through water, and Alex looks miles away. I start to think I might be dreaming, or about to pass out. And then I decide I'm definitely dreaming, because as I'm watching, Alex starts peeling his shirt off over his head. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#delirium #dreaming #funny #lauren-oliver #lena-holloway

Everybody will get their wants, when they heartily want. ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

#heart #wanting #wants #dreams

I had killed our careful relationship by driving my tongue through its heart and pushing it off a cliff. ↗

— Jeff Lindsay

#heart #killed #relationship #tongue #dreams

In my heart, I'm an Alabaman who went up north to work. ↗

— E. O. Wilson

#i #north #up #went #who

His eyes are the color of honey. These are the eyes I remember from my dreams. ↗