#nigh

Your nightmares follow you like a shadow, forever. ↗

— Aleksandar Hemon

#nightmares #shadows #life

True character is revealedby the way people react to the bigger challenges in life. ↗

— Alyson Noel

#night-star #life

A cool breeze stirred my hair at that moment, as the night wind began to come down from the hills, but it felt like a breath from another world. ↗

— F. Marion Crawford

#wind #life

Vengeance is one of life's great motivators. ↗

— K.S. Brooks

#special-agent-kathrin-night #vengeance #life

I've never really understood why people sleep. Wasting a third of your life and becoming vulnerable for almost 8 hours every night. Doesn't seem very appealing to me. ↗

— Banksy

#banksy #hours #life #night #people

She wondered when her daughter would realise that for the most part, people weren't that different. Young and old, male or female, pretty much everyone she knew wanted the same things: The wanted to feel peace in their hearts, they wanted a life without turmoil, they wanted to be happy. The difference, she thought, was that most young people seemed to think that those things lay somewhere in the future. While most older people believed that they lay in the past. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#wisdom #life

Don't profane yourself, or the Biodag Dubh." Oh, Mary Ann. Me and the Beedak Doo are just fine. ↗

— Kendare Blake

#humor #humor

[Morgana to Janie] Now get out of my way, or finish life as a pile of cinders. ↗

— L.J. Smith

#life

Then Deborah stood at the wicket gate, the boundary, and there was a woman with outstretched hand, demanding tickets. "Pass through," she said when Deborah reached her. "We saw you coming." The wicket gate became a turnstile. Deborah pushed against it and there was no resistance, she was through. "What is it?" she asked. "Am I really here at last? Is this the bottom of the pool?" "It could be," smiled the woman. "There are so many ways. You just happened to choose this one." Other people were pressing to come through. They had no faces, they were only shadows. Deborah stood aside to let them by, and in a moment they had gone, all phantoms. "Why only now, tonight?" asked Deborah. "Why not in the afternoon, when I came to the pool?" "It's a trick," said the woman. "You seize on the moment in time. We were here this afternoon. We're always here. Our life goes on around you, but nobody knows it. The trick's easier by night, that's all." "Am I dreaming, then?" asked Deborah. "No," said the woman, "this isn't a dream. And it isn't death, either. It's the secret world." The secret world... It was something Deborah had always known, and now the pattern was complete. The memory of it, and the relief, were so tremendous that something seemed to burst inside her heart. "Of course..." she said, "of course..." and everything that had ever been fell into place. There was no disharmony. The joy was indescribable, and the surge of feeling, like wings about her in the air, lifted her away from the turnstile and the woman, and she had all knowledge. That was it - the invasion of knowledge. ("The Pool") ↗

— Daphne du Maurier

#creativity #death #dream #fantasy #imagination

As for me, sleep was a country I no longer visited, despite my incantation. When I did, I wished for my waking life, the hours when I didn't see the nightmare images of all that had happened and all I had become. ↗

— Alice Hoffman

#life