#of

The only thing standing between you and your dreams is ... reluctance. ↗

— Carroll Bryant

#dreams-inspirational #philosophical #philosophy #philosophy-of-life #dreams

Aemon’s blind white eyes came open. “Egg?” he said, as the rain streamed down his cheeks. “Egg, I dreamed that I was old. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#maester-aemon #old #dreams

No onslaught more fierce was ever seen in the savage world of beasts, where some desperate small creature armed with little teeth, alone, will spring upon a tower of horn and hide that stands above its fallen mate. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#lord-of-the-rings #middle-earth #sam #tolkien #true-love

How can one love the light and live in darkness? ↗

— Brent Weeks

#count-drake #night-angel #the-way-of-shadows #love

Lothaire: Hate scars. I'm physically flawless--why can't everyone be? Everywhere Lothaire went, people stopped and stared. Of course, then they usually ran. ↗

— Kresley Cole

#immortals-after-dark #kresley-cole #lore #lothaire #paranormal-romance

Christ entered our world. As a result, we can enter His. ↗

— Max Lucado

#love

Love God and do whatever you please: for the soul trained in love to God will do nothing to offend the One who is Beloved. ↗

— Augustine of Hippo

#love-of-god #love

Manufacturing and other unskilled professions that were union jobs, that allowed people to live a middle-class life, are disappearing both because unions are disappearing and because of the global nature of the economy. ↗

— Andy Stern

#because #both #disappearing #economy #global

But never had he felt more enthralled than he was right now, sitting beside Evie on a weathered old dock, with a blazing afternoon sun, almost brutal in its clarity, bathing everything in pure light. Sweat trickled down his back and chest from the steamy heat, and his entire body pulsed with life. Even his fingertips throbbed. It took all of his formidable self-control to prevent himself from pushing her down on the dock and spreading her legs for his entry. ↗

— Linda Howard

#steamy-heat-of-summer #life

Words. I had always loved them. I collected them, like I had collected pretty stones as a child. I liked to roll words over my tongue like a lump of molten honeycomb, savouring the sweetness, the crackle, the crunch. ↗

— Kate Forsyth

#kate-forsyth #love-of-words #writing #love