#ss

I do not agree with you," insisted Georyn. "Must a man then live always as his fellows live, and never reach beyond? There is more to knowledge than you dream of, Terwyn, and if it lies in some enchanted realm- well, I think that there is a door to that realm. And I think that the Enchantress knows where the door is and can open it." "Perhaps; but will she leave it open? Think, Georyn: even if she should let you look for such a door, the time will surely come when it will be sealed again; and when that happens you will not be on her side of it, but on ours. How will you feel then? Let us accept her help against the Dragon, but no more- for we are men, not wizards" "I am not sure," said Georyn, "that there is such a difference between the two. ↗

— Sylvia Louise Engdahl

#knowledge #stars #dreams

brave love, dream not of staunching such strict flame, but come, lean to my wound; burn on, burn on. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#passion #poetry #dreams

I spent the rest of the day in someone else's story. The rare moments that I put the book down, my own pain returned in burning stabs. ↗

— Amy Plum

#die-for-me #escape #kate #loneliness #reading

Anyway, it doesn't matter how much, how often, or how closely you keep an eye on things because you can't control it. Sometimes things and people just go. Just like that. ↗

— Cecelia Ahern

#control

Big things begin with big thinking. ↗

— Kent Healy

#inspirational #success #dreams

Jack and Jill slept, wrapped in each other's arms, untroubled by any dream in their cocoon of freshly discovered wrinkly passion. ↗

— Helen Hodgman

#dream #in-each-other-s-arms #passion #slept #untroubled

Steven dreamed of you the very second you died (So the poem goes) and you may have visited him But I'm pretty sure you don't believe in poems ↗

— Jon Paul Fiorentino

#sadness #wit #dreams

It is so hard to learn to put sadness in perspective so hard to understand that it is a feeling that comes in degrees, it can be a candle burning gently and harmlessly in your home, or it can be a full-fledged forest fire that destroy almost everything and is controlled by almost nothing. It can also be so much in-between ↗

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#control

You never know what you have till you've lost it. ↗

— Alyson Noel

#loss #misattributed #lost

Pritkin kissed like he did everything else, straightforward, accepting no prisoners and with an intensity that left me breathless. It was hot and hard and desperate, like he was starving for it, and I opened my mouth and took it, because, God. ↗

— Karen Chance

#pritkin #prison