#my

If I didn't know any better, I'd say you just defended Christian's honor. Isn't he a pain in the ass? "Yes he is. But for the next 6 weeks he's MY pain in the ass. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose-hathaway #vampire-academy #christianity

Did you bring me a rat?" "He has no time for rats, George." "No time for rats? That's just sad. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#mythology #mythology

This is a passion story: my passion, his, ours — yours. ↗

— Elizabeth Cunningham

#christian-mythology #sared-sexuality #mythology

But no-one came here to live an ordinary life. Despite what our somnambulistic, mythless society society tells us — a place stuffed to the gilders with unawake, unthinking folk ruled by shoulds, oughts and have-tos; people who have no understanding of themselves; individuals afraid to acknowledge, let alone live their dreams — you came here to weave your unique essence and vision into the world, thus rendering it magnificent, both for yourself and others. ↗

— Thea Euryphaessa

#dreams #inspirational #myth #dreams

On the nights I stuffed myself full of myths, I dreamed of college, of being pumped full of all the old knowledge until I knew everything there was to know, all the past cultures picked clean like delicious roasted chicken. ↗

— Lauren Groff

#food #myth #dreams

Over the green squares of the fields and the low curves of a wood there rose in the distance a grey, melancholy hill, with a strange jagged summit, dim and vague in the distance like some fantastic landscape in a dream. Baskerville sat for a long time, his gaze fixed upon it, and I read upon his eager face how much it meant to him, this first sight of that strange spot where the men of his blood had held sway so long and left their mark so deep. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#mystery #sherlock-holmes #dreams

I can't explain my feelings for him...they're strange. But he says it is why we are so much alike, why I dream of him. He calls it The Craving. ↗

— Nadège Richards

#love #mystery #sci-fi #dreams

She stayed beside me until I slept, waveringly, brilliantly, hooded in diaphanous scarlet, and occasionally she left an imperative written in lipstick on my dusty windowpane. BE AMOROUS! she exhorted one night and, another night, BE MYSTERIOUS! Some nights later, she scribbled: WHEN YOU BEGIN TO THINK, YOU LOSE THE POINT. ↗

— Angela Carter

#desire #dreams #lipstick #messages #mirrors

Believe in yourself, Follow your dreams, and all things are possible! ↗

— Garry E. Lewis

#mystery-suspense #young-adult-fiction #young-adult-horror #young-adult-mystery-s #dreams

No Temple made by mortal human hands can ever compare to the Temple made by the gods themselves. That building of wood and stone that houses us and that many believe conceals the great Secret Temple from prying eyes, somewhere in its heart of hearts, is but a decoy for the masses who need this simple concrete limited thing in their lives. The real Temple is the whole world, and there is nothing as divinely blessed as a blooming growing garden. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#bloom #blooming #church #deity #faith