#ling

Well, yelling real loud, that's an important skill to have, too. You never know when you might walk right in front of a train and her yelling's all that stands between you and eternity. But for that yell, you'd be flat, and there's nothing worse than a flat boy, just kind of ruins the day for everyone. ↗

— Diane Hammond

#skills #yelling #dreams

Into the day as by dream I swim To the music of nourished meaning. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#day #dejan-stojanovic #dream #dreams #literature

The written word can make one pause and contemplate. It can make a reader sigh to dream or question a belief in considerable depth.  But all of that is nothing if those words fail to touch the heart and make one feel. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#dreams #emotion #feelings #reading #richelle

By the time she yanked on her old jeans and a battered plaid flannel shirt, she felt almost normal. Calm, as she plugged in the coffee pot. But the nightmare was still very much on her mind, because it wasn’t a dream… It was a memory. ↗

— Dani Harper

#kenzie-macleod #paranormal-romance #shapeshifter #werewolf #dreams

It is never late, you can start the movement now, the provisions have been made, the price has been paid and the gifts have been packaged. Are you willing to change? ↗

— Jaachynma N.E. Agu

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

I recalled the afternoon when the two of us stood beating erasers, and Camille confided that she'd done penance for stories - stories that I'll never know if she wrote or only imagined writing. She'd wanted me to tell her a secret from my dreams, a secret from my dreams I hadn't had as yet, and so I didn't quite understand what she was after. "It's about feeling," Camille had insisted. I didn't understand then that she was talking about risk. ↗

— Stuart Dybek

#risk #storytelling #dreams

Although only three legs would obey him, the white wolf began to run. Run, to outpace the agony that could rip and tear a human heart. Run, to outdistance the human grief that could not be borne. Run, to be as the moon, a swift white shape gleaming in the night. Run, to be a wolf and only a wolf. As he raced away into the welcoming arms of the night, James was only fleetingly aware that he had just buried his human self alongside Evelyn. And then he was aware of nothing. ↗

— Dani Harper

#james-macleod #paranormal-romance #shapeshifter #werewolf #dreams

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

When I got home, I seemed in a dream. My windows looked upon hers; I remained all the day looking at them, and all the day they were closed and dark. I forgot everything for this woman; I slept not, I eat nothing. That evening I fell into a fever, the next morning I was delirious, and the next evening I was DEAD!' 'Dead!' cried his hearers. 'Dead!' answered the narrator, with a conviction in his voice which words alone cannot give; 'dead as Fabian, the cast of whose dead face hangs from that wall!' 'Go on,' whispered the others, holding their breath. The hail still rattled against the windows, and the fire had so nearly died out, that they threw more wood on the feeble flame which penetrated the darkness of the studio and cast a faint light upon the pale face of him who told the story. ("The Dead Man's Story ↗

— James Hain Friswell

#death #horror-story #storytelling #death

Chantal is having a relationship with a sentence. Just one of those things. A chance meeting that grew into something important for the both of them. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#linguistics-love #only-in-my-dreams #readers-and-writers #dreams