#rat

It is not needful for our dreams to be very grand nor very big. It is only needful for our dreams to be very shiny. ↗

— C. JoyBell C.

#dreaming #dreams #dreams-inspirational #inspirational #inspirational-life

How can I lose faith in the justice of life, when the dreams of those who sleep upon feathers are not more beautiful than the dreams of those who sleep upon the earth? ↗

— Kahlil Gibran

#beauty

He gripped her nape. "I fuckin' love you, Regin!" Rain spiked his lashes as he gazed down at her, commanding her, "Love Me Back ↗

— Gena Showalter

#aidan-the-fierce #declan-chase #declaration #dreams-of-a-drak-warrior #gena-showalter

Which road, which road did you take That brought you here at last? No road, no road did I take. I leaped, I leaped from dream to dream. ↗

— Franz Werfel

#dreams

Blacks have traditionally had to operate in a situation where whites have set themselves up as the custodians of the black experience. ↗

— August Wilson

#blacks #custodians #experience #had #operate

Jesus is God's way of refusing to give up his dream for the world. ↗

— Rob Bell

#jesus #redemption #restoration #dreams

I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream. ↗

— Vincent Van Gogh

#dreams

Gratitude is an illness suffered by dogs. ↗

— Joseph Stalin

#inspirational

the calling of the teacher. There is no craft more privileged. To awaken in another human being powers, dreams beyond one’s own; to induce in others a love for that which one loves; to make of one’s inward present their future; that is a threefold adventure like no other. ↗

— George Steiner

#teaching #dreams

The poet dreams of the mountain Sometimes I grow weary of the days, with all their fits and starts. I want to climb some old gray mountains, slowly, taking The rest of my lifetime to do it, resting often, sleeping Under the pines or, above them, on the unclothed rocks. I want to see how many stars are still in the sky That we have smothered for years now, a century at least. I want to look back at everything, forgiving it all, And peaceful, knowing the last thing there is to know. All that urgency! Not what the earth is about! How silent the trees, their poetry being of themselves only. I want to take slow steps, and think appropriate thoughts. In ten thousand years, maybe, a piece of the mountain will fall. ↗

— Mary Oliver

#nature #poetry #dreams