#om

Into the day as by dream I swim To the music of nourished meaning. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#day #dejan-stojanovic #dream #dreams #literature

And then, just when I know I can live content without Shug, just when Mr. ___ done ast me to marry him again, this time in the spirit as well as in the flesh, and just after I say, Naw, I still don't like frogs, but let's us be friends, Shug write me she's coming home. Now. Is this life or not? *I be so calm.* If she come, I be happy. If she don't I be content. And then I figure this the lesson I was suppose to learn. ↗

— Alice Walker

#sense-of-self #the-color-purple #home

It is very painful to love someone and believe you cannot be with them. ↗

— Terry Kay

#love

It is when one begins to lose the consciousness of freedom, and when the idea of necessity enters the world at all, when there is any hurry or strain anywhere, a letter to be written or a train to catch, when you have got to work, to make the horses of the dream gallop, or to make the rifles go off, that the dream is declining, and turning into the nightmare, which belongs to the poorest and most vulgar class of dreams. ↗

— Karen Blixen

#dreams #fear #freedom #nightmares #dreams

By the time she yanked on her old jeans and a battered plaid flannel shirt, she felt almost normal. Calm, as she plugged in the coffee pot. But the nightmare was still very much on her mind, because it wasn’t a dream… It was a memory. ↗

— Dani Harper

#kenzie-macleod #paranormal-romance #shapeshifter #werewolf #dreams

Then a calm fell upon him. The gushing began from all sorts of places, all over his body. He heard pleasurable little giggles on the outer edges of his mind, in the dark creases behind his thoughts. He felt good, better than he’d felt in years. As if he were inside a huge embrace. And he felt as if he had finally reached the right place, his home, his motherland. ↗

— David Grossman

#home #home

She had dreamed that she lay beneath a spreading tree somewhere, a tree that whispered with ten thousand soft lips of green; and the dream continued for a moment even after waking. ↗

— Algernon Blackwood

#dreams

I wish I was at home in my nice hole by the fire, with the kettle just beginning to sing! ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#the-hobbit #home

Their promise, my children's possibilities, still linger in our home. ↗

— Sonali Deraniyagala

#home

Midlife dynamically, for both straight and gay males, is often challenging as we face the reality that many of the dreams we had for our lives might not become a reality and unresolved conflicts come to the surface. For us to successfully transition in to the next phase of our lives we must find reconciliation of these issues. And for the gay male there is a sense that the gay self we have tried to keep in the closet or so many years begins to scream out. "Time is running out. When do I get to live?" You can't ignore that voice in the end, you can try and suppress it, and you can try and deny it, you can try and silence it by filling your life with other noises and diverting attention ......but that voice still exists. "Will my entire life be a lie? ↗

— Anthony Venn-Brown

#coming-out-stories #midlife #midlife-crisis #dreams