#po

Don’t let the agony, regret, or fog of yesterday blind you to the fact that each new day carries with it a plethora of opportunities to move your life into the right direction. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#dreams #fog #goals #life #opportunities

Unsure how to answer, I took another grape. Time was no problem for me, but I wasn't eager to hear the long life story of a dwarf. And besides, this was a dream. It could evaporate any moment. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#dream #dwarf #viewpoint #dreams

A heartbeat without anything to support A body that fears its own warmth You who hates their own reflection Are you unable to face forward anymore? ↗

— Tiffany Fulton

#dreams

Tho' you're tired and weary, still journey on, Till you come to your happy abode, Where all the love you've been dreaming of, Will be there at the end of the road. ↗

— Harry Lauder

#dreams

You are addressed by the way you dress. Your attire reflects your sense of value or taste and of course, your speech either makes or mars you. ↗

— Jaachynma N.E. Agu

#dreams #fulfilling-purpose #inspiration #risk-it-be-different #success-self-improvement

terucap rindu sepasang insan.. geliat sang cinta di lubuk hati.. terurai kata nan indah menawan.. gundah pun sirna dibuai si mimpi. ↗

— Toba Beta

#longing #love #poem #dreams

Foggy nights bring some comfort. He can get lost in the mist and there is no one to stare or question. ↗

— Susie Clevenger

#comfort #fear #freedom #lost #poetry

Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll make your soul impervious to the world's soft decay. ↗

— Janet Fitch

#poetry #water

Tis true my garments threadbare are, And sorry poor I seem; But inly I am richer far Than any poet's dream. For I've a hidden life no one Can ever hope to see; A sacred sanctuary none May share with me. Aloof I stand from out the strife, Within my heart a song; By virtue of my inner life I to myself belong. Against man-ruling I rebel, Yet do not fear defeat, For to my secret citadel I may retreat. Oh you who have an inner life Beyond this dismal day With wars and evil rumours rife, Go blessedly your way. Your refuge hold inviolate; Unto yourself be true, And shield serene from sordid fate The Real You. ↗

— Robert W. Service

#poetry #refuge #strength #dreams

His idleness was his refuge, and in this he was like many others in [occupied] France in that period; laziness became political. ↗

— Iain Pears

#laziness #occupation #occupied-france #politics #war