#so

We may place blame, give reasons, and even have excuses; but in the end, it is an act of cowardice to not follow your dreams. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#blame #cowardice #dreams #excuses #follow-your-dreams

‎There is nothing sweeter than finding the right person to love and cherish and to share your hopes and dreams with. ↗

— Mary Lydon Simonsen

#hopes #love #lydon #mary #right-person

TODAY is the PAST of your FUTURE. So, make TODAY count for the sake of your HISTORY. Use your words, time & choices wisely ↗

— Fela Durotoye

#generations #hope #leadership #life-lessons #nigeria

To lead by example is to offer your life as a living diarry for others to read. Never make your life pages blank; make some marks there. Many people are reading you. ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#blank-paper #book #books #conductor #diarry

Yesterday's faults become today's lessons. Today's dreams become tomorrow's reality. ↗

— B.J. Neblett

#faults #lessons #reality #today #tomorrow

Batman: a force of chaos in my world of perfect order. The dark side of the Soviet dream. Rumored to be a thousand murdered dissidents, they said he was a ghost. A walking dead man. A symbol of rebellion that would never fade as long as the system survived. Anarchy in black. ↗

— Mark Millar

#batman #dark-knight #red-son #superman #dreams

Dreams reveal we never quite get 'over' anything: it's all still in there somewhere. ↗

— Alain de Botton

#somewhere #dreams

Dreams should make you think, ‘If I had the guts to do it and I didn’t care what anybody thought, this I what I’d really do’. ↗

— Cecelia Ahern

#do #dreams #lesson #life #time

A dream without a fight is a nightmare. ↗

— Besa Kosova

#dreams #inspirational #dreams

I settled on the floor and whispered to Sam, “I want you to listen to me, if you can.” I leaned the side of my face against his ruff and remembered the golden wood he had shown me so long ago. I remembered the way the yellow leaves, the color of Sam’s eyes, fluttered and twisted, crashing butterflies, on their way to the ground. The slender white trunks of the birches, creamy and smooth as human skin. I remembered Sam standing in the middle of the wood, his arms stretched out, a dark, solid form in the dream of the trees. His coming to me, me punching his chest, the soft kiss. I remembered every kiss we’d ever had, and I remembered every time I’d curled in his human arms. I remembered the soft warmth of his breath on the back of my neck while we slept. I remembered Sam. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#sam-roth #soft #wolf #dreams