#me

My dear boy, looking like a thing has little to do with being a thing. Be the thing first, and you will grow to resemble it. ↗

— Liam Perrin

#appearances #discouragement #dreams #longing #wisdom

Because memories fall apart, too. And then you're left with nothing, left not even with a ghost but with its shadow. In the beginning she haunted me, haunted my dreams, but even now, just weeks later, she was slipping away, falling apart in my memory and everyone else's, dying again. ↗

— John Green

#reality #sadness #dreams

Me daba vergüenza estar así por un hombre, ser tan infeliz y volverme dichosa sin que dependiera para nada de mí ↗

— Ángeles Mastretta

#men #mexican #love

But Anne with her elbows on the window sill, her soft cheek laid against her clasped hands, and her eyes filled with visions, looked out unheedingly across city roof and spire to that glorious dome of sunset sky and wove her dreams of a possible future from the golden tissue of youth's own optimism. All the Beyond was hers, with its possibilities lurking rosily in the oncoming years — each year a rose of promise to be woven into an immortal chaplet. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#dreams

When men dream, each has their own world. When they are awake, they have a common world. ↗

— Heraclitus of Ephesus

#men #world #dreams

He who writes books that aim to convince is a comedian, too, just a comedian. What has he got to offer others, apart from chains, still more chains? Fiction never liberated anyone. No one ever brought anything back from voyages through dream worlds. ↗

— J.M.G. Le Clézio

#dream #fiction #dreams

Wake me up from this dream and tell me. Things aren't as bad as they seem. ↗

— Sara Quin

#our-trees #sara-quin #tegan-and-sara #tegan-quin #things-aren-t-as-bad-as-the-seem

America is not so much a nightmare as a non-dream. The American non-dream is precisely a move to wipe the dream out of existence. The dream is a spontaneous happening and therefore dangerous to a control system set up by the non-dreamers. ↗

— William S. Burroughs

#dreams

My color schemes were limited to what would go with the pewter-gray gown...except for the bridesmaids' gowns. I'd already decided that they were going to be a distinctly nonmatchy lemon yellow that Jolene's aunt Vonnie would have to special-order. The kind of yellow one would find on takeout menus or particularly urgent Post-it notes. In fact, if the outdoor lighting failed, we could use the color of their dresses to illuminate the ceremony. And yes, i had to use a vendor who hated me, because Vonnie held the only pattern left in the continental United States for the "Ruffle and Dreams," the very dress I'd had to wear in Jolene's wedding. Revenge would would be mine, for a few months, until i revealed the dove-gray bridesmaids' dresses i actually planned for them to wear. ↗

— Molly Harper

#dreams

I told Ella Mae Cheeks Johnson, then age 105, that she was the only person over 80 who I'd ever met who never referred to her physical infirmities or health problems. To which she replied, "I have my difficulties; I do not rejoice in them. ↗

— Patricia Mulcahy

#ailments #infirmities #positive-attitude #positive-thinking #survival