#son

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

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 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

Making the best of things is a damn poor way of dealing with them. My life has been a series of escapes from that quicksand. ↗

— Rose Wilder Lane

#life-lessons #life

I believe in my mask-- The man I made up is me I believe in my dance-- And my destiny ↗

— Sam Shepard

#faith #idenity #lies #lying #masks

Maybe it's all utterly meaningless. Maybe it's all unutterably meaningful. If you want to know which, pay attention to what it means to be truly human in a world that half the time we're in love with and half the time scares the hell out of us. Any fiction that helps us pay attention to that is religious fiction. The unexpected sound of your name on somebody's lips. The good dream. The strange coincidence. The moment that brings tears to your eyes. The person who brings life to your life. Even the smallest events hold the greatest clues. ↗

— Frederick Buechner

#religious #dreams

Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#dance-with-dragons #epic-fantasy #fantasy #high-fantasy #melisandre

Thoughts, pictures of him would come to me just a second after waking, shocking me from the forgetfulness of sleep, striking blows that were almost physical. And even in sleep I was not completely free. So often sleep brought dreams of him. ↗

— Bernard Taylor

#grief #grieving #loss #dreams

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

— Elizabeth Gaskell

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