#ms

I'll follow thee and make a heaven out of hell, To die by your hand which I love so well. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#dreams

What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if,when you awoke,you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then? ↗

— Samuel Taylor Coleridge

#romantic #strange-flower #beauty

My experience in Amsterdam is that cyclists ride where the hell they like and aim in a state of rage at all pedestrians while ringing their bell loudly, the concept of avoiding people being foreign to them. My dream holiday would be a) a ticket to Amsterdam b) immunity from prosecution and c) a baseball bat. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#foreign-countries #fun #holidays #humor #traffic

We must never stop dreaming. Dreams provide nourishment for the soul, just as a meal does for the body. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#nourishment #soul #dreams

What I want is so simple I almost can't say it: elementary kindness. ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#kindness #life #dreams

Sometimes we get through adversity only by imagining what the world might be like if our dreams should ever come true. ↗

— Arthur Golden

#dreams

When they say the sky's the limit to me that's really true ↗

— Michael Jackson

#dreaming #inspirational #musician #wisdom #dreams

The inability to open up to hope is what blocks trust, and blocked trust is the reason for blighted dreams. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#dreams #trust #dreams

At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like shipwrecked sailors, she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar off some white sail in the mists of the horizon. She did not know what this chance would be, what wind would bring it her, towards what shore it would drive her, if it would be a shallop or a three-decker, laden with anguish or full of bliss to the portholes. But each morning, as she awoke, she hoped it would come that day; she listened to every sound, sprang up with a start, wondered that it did not come; then at sunset, always more saddened, she longed for the morrow. ↗

— Gustave Flaubert

#hope #dreams

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl. ↗

— Julie Anne Peters

#lesbian #love #romance #dreams