#lee

As her vision flickered one last time, the man was gone; it was her mother looking into her eyes. Her mother’s eyes were filled with so much love that it seemed to release her from her pain and fear as it did when she was a small child. Her mother cradled her as a baby, rocking her back and forth. She was safe now in her mother’s arms. She was at peace. Mommy, her heart sang, you’re here to save me. ↗

— Kim Cormack

#science-fiction-fantasy #science-fiction-thrillers #sweet-sleep #love

No, Sky. You didn't tell her everything…you told you everything. Those things happened to you, not to someone else. They happened to Hope. They happened to Sky. They happened to the best friend that I loved all those years ago, and they happened to the best friend I love who’s looking back at me right now. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#holder #hope #hopeless #love #molestation

Once the door closed, Tod turned to me. “Girlie, he is fine. He’s fine times twelve. He’s the new definition of fine.” “I’ve been in love with him since I was five,” I told Tod. “I’m in love with him now. I want to have his children,” Tod told me. ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#lee-nightingale #tod #love

A man can't love you because you haven't read as many books as he has? He can't love you because you don't speak French or because you don't go to operas? You're telling me we have to fall in love with people who are just like us? ↗

— Billie Letts

#love #novalee-nation #opposites-attract #love

I love sleepwalking, because when else would I get to combine exercise and rest? 
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— Jarod Kintz

#funny #humor #rest #sleep #sleepwalking

We cannot face up to what lies ahead, without facing up to what lies within. ↗

— Eleesha

#eleesha #inspirational-quotes #soul #inspirational

Women need a reason for having sex, men just need a place ↗

— Billy Crystal

#clarrissa-lee-moon #nightwolves #men

You can’t be the best all the time. But that’s what clones are for—to be you while you sleep. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#sleep #change

We were almost back to the jail with our second load, and I was just beginning to think we might pull this off, when Uncle Wiggens wandered into the street. 'Who there?' he called out, his words slurred. Emma ducked behind a tree, but I didn't move fast enough. 'Is that you, Dit?' I nodded. Something was strange about him. 'What you doing out so late at night?' he asked. 'Nothing.' I figured out what was strange. 'Where's your leg?' I asked. His leg ended at the knee and he was hopping along on one leg and his cane. 'Left it at home,' said Uncle Wiggens. 'Always do when I'm sleepwalking. My daughter warned me about drinking a whole bottle of whiskey in one sitting. But I was never one to let a woman tell me what to do.' 'Yeah. Me neither.' 'Well,' said Uncle Wiggens, 'I'd best get on home before I wake up.' 'Yeah.' 'Being without my leg and all.' 'That would be embarrassing.' 'Sure would. Sure would.' Uncle Wiggens mumbled to himself as he wandered off. 'General Lee always said, if you ain't got all your supplies, don't ride into battle. Course he meant bullets, but he wouldn't have liked us going off without our legs neither. Course most of us have our legs buttoned on, but... ↗

— Kristin Levine

#home

Assim, quantas vezes, desperto e abandonado, não entrei pela noite dentro, aguardando não bem a madrugada nem o meu sono final, mas o vazio absoluto de um nunca mais para o passado e para o futuro. ↗

— Vergílio Ferreira

#introspective #sleep #inspirational