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On the last day of our five-day work week, we did two performances and we had an audience. It was similar to theatre; we went from beginning to end, and it was very pleasing. ↗

— Jean Stapleton

#beginning #day #did #end #had

He hesitated, but then stepped beneath the tree and knelt, depositing me gently on the ground between two giant roots. And he stayed there, kneeling beside me, holding my hand in his. Something splashed the back of my hand, cold as spring water, crystalling to my skin. A faery's tears. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#tears

Wild dreams torment me as I lie. And though a god lives in my heart, though all my power waken at his word, though he can move my every inmost part - yet nothing in the outer world is stirred. thus by existence tortured and oppressed I crave for death, I long for rest. ↗

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

#dreams #god #power #rest #torture

Siddhartha has one single goal-to become empty, to become empty of thirst, desire, dreams, pleasure and sorrow-to let the Self die. No longer to be Self, to experience the peace of an emptied heart, to experience pure thought-that was his goal. ↗

— Hermann Hesse

#life #self #siddhartha #thought #dreams

What do you mean I have to wait for someone's approval?  I'm someone.  I approve.  So I give myself permission to move forward with my full support! ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#approval #dreams #drive #goals #myself

Declan and Regin: "You'll tell me a story and I'll spare you? You think I don't see what you're doing? I've read Arabian Nights." "Call me Scheherazade, baby! Actually, she's one tricksy bitch. Who, by the way, still owes me twenty gold pieces and a pound of sesame. ↗

— Kresley Cole

#declan-chase #dreams-of-a-dark-warrior #immortals-after-dark #kresley-cole #lore

I began to think of myself as a perennial tourist. There was something agreeable about this. To be a tourist is to escape accountability. Errors and failings don't cling to you the way they do back home. You're able to drift across continents and languages, suspending the operation of sound thought. Tourism is the march of stupidity. You're expected to be stupid. The entire mechanism of the host country is geared to travelers acting stupidly. You walk around dazed, squinting into fold-out maps. You don't know how to talk to people, how to get anywhere, what the money means, what time it is, what to eat or how to eat it. Being stupid is the pattern, the level and the norm. You can exist on this level for weeks and months without reprimand or dire consequence. Together with thousands, you are granted immunities and broad freedoms. You are an army of fools, wearing bright polyesters, riding camels, taking pictures of each other, haggard, dysenteric, thirsty. There is nothing to think about but the next shapeless event. ↗

— Don DeLillo

#freedom

Tell me, Do you feel the way I feel? 'Cause nothing else is real In the La La Land machine ↗

— Demi Lovato

#fun #la-la-land #lovato #fun

P.S. I enjoy acid pops. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#blood

Seek not revenge, but the Buddha ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#sandman #dreams