#pi

But once in a while . . . I don't know. I feel so close, Rose. So close to the edge. Like if I allow myself one small misstep, I'll plunge away and never come back. It's like I'll lose myself. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#adrian #hathaway #ivashkov #last #rose

I've crossed a world of sand and tears in search of you. ↗

— V.S. Carnes

#romance #dreams

Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined. Henry David Thoreau ↗

— David Thoreau

#dreams

For our people, butterflies are a symbol of hope. It's said that if you capture one in your hands and whisper your dreams to it, it will carry them up to the heavens so that the wish can be granted. ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#hope #inspirational #love #dreams

I'm no longer a child and I still want to be, to live with the pirates. Because I want to live forever in wonder. The difference between me as a child and me as an adult is this and only this: when I was a child, I longed to travel into, to live in wonder. Now, I know, as much as I can know anything, that to travel into wonder is to be wonder. So it matters little whether I travel by plane, by rowboat, or by book. Or, by dream. I do not see, for there is no I to see. That is what the pirates know. There is only seeing and, in order to go to see, one must be a pirate. ↗

— Kathy Acker

#reading #wonder #dreams

DREAMS are not those which comes while we are sleeping, but dreams are those when u dont sleep before fulfilling them. ↗

— A P J ABDUL KALAM

#dreams

Goals are dreams with deadlines. ↗

— Diana Scharf

#dreams #goal #inspirational #dreams

My final word: don't follow your dreams . . . chase them. With a stick, or a shovel, or whatever you have handy. Get that [bleep]ing dream! ↗

— Maureen Johnson

#inspirational #dreams

I can almost picture the disciples faces. "No, not the drink-my-blood speech! We'll never get on the list of fastest-growing movements if you keep asking them to eat you! ↗

— David Platt

#dreams

I sleep all day. Noises flit around the house- garbage truck in the alley, rain, tree rapping against the bedroom window. I sleep. I inhabit sleep firmly, willing it, wielding it, pushing away dreams, refusing, refusing. Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion. [...] It is afternoon, it is night, it is morning. Everything is reduced to this bed, this endless slumber that makes the days into one day, makes time stop, stretches and compacts time until it is meaningless. ↗

— Audrey Niffenegger

#sleep #dreams