#ren

Life was rich and full. She couldn't have asked for more. Well... actually... she amended with a little inner flinch, she could have. Though most of the time she looked at Adam and just felt awed and humbled that this big, wonderful man had given up so much to love her, sometimes she hated that he didn't have a soul, and sometimes she wanted to hate God. And she had a dream, a silly dream perhaps, but a dream to which she clung. They would live to be a hundred, until long after their children and grandchildren were grown, and one day they would go to bed and lie down facing each other, and die like that, at the same moment, in each other's arms. And this was her dream: that maybe, just maybe, if she loved him hard enough and true enough and deep enough, and if she held on to him tightly enough as they died, she could take him with her wherever it was that souls went. And there she would do what was in her blood, what she now knew she'd been born for; she would stand before God, a brehon, and she would argue the greatest, the most important case of her life. And she would win. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#gabby #karen-marie-moning #the-immortal-highlander #dreams

Yeah – Sure I remember Matter of fact it was just last September She still calls it the fall to remember Little Heather when it all came together You remember the first time you met her? She cried when it rained and blamed the weather But inside she strained with suicide letters The kind of cold you couldn’t warm with a sweater Hardly lasted past December She said she was headed down to defeat That’s the last you’d seen and never had dreamed That the same little Heather – It’s who you saw last week In an instant you couldn’t have missed her gleam As she listened she looked like a distant queen With a difference, there for all to see She found a different – A different kind of free ↗

— ZOEgirl

#music #sad #september #zoegirl #dreams

There is nothing like wounded affection for giving poignancy to anger. ↗

— Elizabeth Gaskell

#anger #betrayal #father-and-son #love #parent-and-child

With the compelling convincingness of dreams, which are vague yet exact, the ghost voice draws us (to ourselves and all of our component selves), lifts them casually out of the well of the past--the well wherein nothing is lost, the deep well of forgetfulness, and remembrance--and tosses them mockingly on the glassy table surface of our consciousness. There we are forced to consider them. There we are forced to regard, analyze, and re-understand. ↗

— Heinrich Zimmer

#dreams

Orphans? Would you really? Adopt children?" "There are advantages. If they turn out badly, we can blame their natural parents. We can also choose our own assortment of ages and genders. We can even get them ready-grown, if we wish. ↗

— Loretta Chase

#humor #ismal #leila #love #orphan

Wake me up from this dream and tell me. Things aren't as bad as they seem. ↗

— Sara Quin

#our-trees #sara-quin #tegan-and-sara #tegan-quin #things-aren-t-as-bad-as-the-seem

All parents set out with expectations, hopes and dreams for their child. When a child is diagnosed with a health problem, these aspirations are altered. While one parent is hoping to see their child graduate from university, another is praying that they can live pain free ↗

— Sharon Dempsey

#parenting #dreams

Childhood’s work is learning, and it is in his play...that the child works at his job. ↗

— Caroline Pratt

#education #progressive-education #education

The freest child is the child who is most interested in what he is doing, and at whose hand are the materials for his work or play. ↗

— Caroline Pratt

#education #progressive-education #education

What are men? Children who doubt. ↗

— Derek Walcott

#doubt #men