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To be content, horse people need only a horse, or, lacking that, someone else who loves horses with whom they can talk. It was always that way with my grandfather. He took me places just so we could see horses, be near them. We went to the circus and the rodeo at Madison Square Garden. We watched parades down Fifth Avenue. Finding a horse, real or imagined, was like finding a dab of magic potion that enlivened us both. Sometimes I'd tell my grandfather about all the horses in my eleborate dreams. He'd lean over, smile, and assure me that, one day, I'd have one for real. And if my grandfather, my Opa, told me something was going to come true, it always did. ↗

— Allan J. Hamilton

#dreams #grandfathers #horses #love #magic

Just one look and then I knew that all I longed for long ago was you ↗

— Elizabeth Berg

#world-war- #dreams

This city belongs to ghosts, to murderers, to sleepwalkers. Where are you, in what bed, in what dream? ↗

— Marguerite Yourcenar

#philosophy #dreams

I don't live on other people's terms. ↗

— Azealia Banks

#live #other #people #terms

I try not to think about negative thoughts and possibilities and disaster and things like that. ↗

— Rory Cochrane

#disaster #i #like #negative #negative thoughts

Everything necessary to understand my grandfather lies between two stories: the story of the tiger’s wife, and the story of the deathless man. These stories run like secret rivers through all the other stories of his life – of my grandfather’s days in the army; his great love for my grandmother; the years he spent as a surgeon and a tyrant of the University. One, which I learned after his death, is the story of how my grandfather became a man; the other, which he told to me, is of how he became a child again. ↗

— Téa Obreht

#stories #death

I have never forgotten my days as an Eagle Scout. I didn't know it at the time, but what really came out of my Scouting was learning how to lead and serve the community. It has come in handy in my career in government. ↗

— Lloyd Bentsen

#career #come #community #days #eagle

We only enter into the full life if our faith gives thanks. Because how else do we accept His free gift of salvation if not with thanksgiving? Thanksgiving is the evidence of our acceptance of whatever He gives. Thanksgiving is the manifestation of our Yes! to His grace. ↗

— Ann Voskamp

#inspirational #faith

Perhaps true faith is a form of insanity. ↗

— Kristine Kathryn Rusch

#insanity #faith

Think of the long trip home. Should we have stayed at home and thought of here? Where should we be today? Is it right to be watching strangers in a play in this strangest of theatres? What childishness is it that while there's a breath of life in our bodies, we are determined to rush to see the sun the other way around? The tiniest green hummingbird in the world? To stare at some inexplicable old stonework, inexplicable and impenetrable, at any view, instantly seen and always, always delightful? Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too? And have we room for one more folded sunset, still quite warm? ↗

— Elizabeth Bishop

#dreams