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...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

Your life is your statement to the world representing your values, your beliefs, your dreams.


David Arenson


#dreams #life #values #world #dreams

...if it was scandalous for girls in the 1960s to wear pants to school, what else will we look back on & shake our heads at? What else can't we see in the future? And at that, what else can we dream up?


Lisa Factora-Borchers


#future #world-without-rape #dreams

I can now recreate life in a way that was hidden from me, before.'A dream of form in days of thought:


Oscar Wilde


#the-picture-of-dorian-gray #dreams

Michigan isn't just cold in December; it's artic.


Daniel Milstein


#december #icy #michigan #midwest #dreams

I may be permitted, kind reader, to doubt whether you have ever been enclosed in a glass bottle, unless some vivid dream has teased you with such magical mishaps.


Ernst Theodor Amadeus Hoffmann


#golden-pot #magic #dreams

Mulder strolled into his office whistling. It was the kind of day that began with a gorgeous, unreal sunrise... he was half-afraid he was dreaming... It took a second for him to notice Scully in his chair. 'Morning,' he said brightly. All he needed now was a generous supply of sunflower seeds, and things would be perfect. Scully reached down beside her, and tossed him a plastic bag. He caught it against his chest one-handed and held it up. It was a half pound of sunflower seeds. He smiled. A sign; it had to be a sign.


Charles Grant


#scully #x-files #dreams

He knew only that his child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.


Cormac McCarthy


#god #son #child

There either is or is not, that’s the way things are. The colour of the day. The way it felt to be a child. The saltwater on your sunburnt legs. Sometimes the water is yellow, sometimes it’s red. But what colour it may be in memory, depends on the day. I’m not going to tell you the story the way it happened. I’m going to tell it the way I remember it.


Mitch Glazer


#reality #storytelling #child

I, too, do not want our children to leave us, Zeba, but it is not our decision to make. We are here only to facilitate their dreams.


Samina Ali


#dreams






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