#is

Jimmy rolled his eyes. 'What problems do you have? You have the perfect family. Your dad is perfect. Your brother and sister aren’t pestering you all the time. And your mom never screams at you for anything.' 'That’s only because she doesn’t know anything. 'He lifted an eyebrow and tilted his head toward his friend. 'It’s all in how you play your cards, young Padawan. ↗

— Wade Kelly

#when-love-is-not-enough #dreams

By all means play the game of life, create new visions and have fun but do not identify yourself with your vision. ↗

— Christopher Dines

#dreams

People don't just live one life. They keep coming back until they get it right. ↗

— C.R. Strahan

#reincarnation #spirituality #dreams

I spent the period reading the first novel assigned for English. And wow. If I hadn't realized I was in France yet, I do now. Because Like Water for Chocolate has sex in it. LOTS of sex. ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#english

You are addressed by the way you dress. Your attire reflects your sense of value or taste and of course, your speech either makes or mars you. ↗

— Jaachynma N.E. Agu

#dreams #fulfilling-purpose #inspiration #risk-it-be-different #success-self-improvement

But the death of spirit goes by another name. It is usually called the birth of reason. The dreams of reason are, at this late date, everywhere to be seen, much like headstones in a cemetery. The inertia of a standard which prunes every tree to the dimensions of a utility pole will, with the same determination, core the heart out of the human personality. This fermenting mind, intoxicated by its heady sobriety, methodically slits its own throat, all the while mistaking the elongating wound for a smile. When the spirit is free, according to Nietzsche, the head will be the bowels of the heart. In these top heavy days that have turned life topsy-turvy the head has little appetite for freedom. Instead it has developed a taste for coprophagy. ↗

— Ed Lawrence

#freedom #reason #dating

Hélène, her eyes once more raised and remote, was deep in a dream. She was Lady Rowena, she was in love, with the deep peaceful passion of a noble soul. This spring morning, the loveliness of the great city, the first wallflowers scenting her lap, had little by little melted her heart. ↗

— Émile Zola

#love #paris #wallflowers #dreams

Here it's safe, here it's warm. Here the daisies guard you from every harm. Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true. Here is the place where I love you. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#songs #dreams

He’d moved toward me again. His hands released mine and moved to my waist, and I noticed I wasn’t the only one breathing heavily. He pulled me to him, bringing our bodies together. The world was all heat and electricity, thick with tension that was only one spark away from exploding around us. I was balancing on another precipice, which wasn’t easy to do in heels. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and this time I was the one who drew him closer. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#baaabies #kissing #making-out #sydney-sage #balance

...in my wildest, most indulgent dreams, we only hear about sexual assault & abuse in history books. ↗

— Lisa Factora-Borchers

#future #history #sexual-abuse #sexual-assault #visions-of-justice