#ran

Had Mary Shelley fretted so? Maybe yes, maybe no. She’d begun her classic work on a dare. Had culled a dream to bring it into being. But it was not lost on Laura that the story might be a prolonged exercise in Shelley’s personal terrors. The subtitle of the work was 'Prometheus Unbound,' and Laura wondered if Shelley herself was not Prometheus in the form of the wandering monster, who desperately sought love and acceptance but was ultimately driven to face an icy landscape that seemed almost fantastical—the way our own subconscious could be, white and frozen-slippery. ↗

— L.L. Barkat

#mary-shelley #writers #writing #dreams

How have relations with Iran and Belarus benefited Venezuela? We are interested in countries that have democracies, that respect human rights, that we have an affinity with. What affinity do we have with Iran? ↗

— Henrique Capriles Radonski

#benefited #countries #democracies #how #human

Cecil reached for Dave, but Dave stepped back. "Dave, why are you doing this? You're not getting paid. Lovejoy called you off the case. You want the truth? You're compulsive. You can't leave it alone. You're like Adam Streeter, you know that? You live for danger." "I live for justice," Dave said. "Justice is a dream," Cecil scoffed, "a romantic ideal. Who the fuck gets justice in this life?(...) ↗

— Joseph Hansen

#lgbt #mystery #dreams

We could not, for example, arrive at a principle like that of entropy without introducing some additional principle, such as randomness, to this topography. ↗

— Michael Polanyi

#arrive #could #entropy #example #for example

Oh, the ignorance of us upon whom Providence did not sufficiently smile to permit us to be born in New England. ↗

— Horace Porter

#did #england #ignorance #new #new england

Doors opened for me and I ran for it. ↗

— Karlie Kloss

#i #me #opened #ran

You've won the evolutionary lottery: You're a vampire. Let's go to Disneyland! ↗

— J.R. Ward

#darkness

To what shall we compare our fragile life? Life is like a speck of dust that alights upon a surface. It remains there, unmoved, until a draft threatens it. When a breeze comes it holds on till the last. Finally, a gust of wind comes and it is blown asunder. That is how fragile life is, like a speck of dust blown to nothingness. ↗

— Paul Worthington

#goodbye #grandma-s-secret #melted-dreams #wicked-turn #dreams

Thirty was so strange for me. I've really had to come to terms with the fact that I am now a walking and talking adult. ↗

— C. S. Lewis

#adult #am #come #fact #had

Holding my hands in his, David kissed my knuckles before he swore to me, “I will love every day of the rest of my life. ↗

— Theresa M. Jones

#romance #series #urban-fantasy #life