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Twenty years from now you will be more disapointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. ↗

— Mark Twain

#dreams

I can smell blood, Elena,” Dmitri drawled, walking back into the room. “Are you trying to flirt? ↗

— Nalini Singh

#elena #vampire #blood

Once you're using sides and sauces you're on the right track and you're also following the general principles about how to eat well in the United States. ↗

— Tyler Cowen

#sauces #vietnamese-food #food

So they gave me love in form of poison and tiny little pills, programming my emotions, teaching me how to feel. To act correct and talk correct and answer without knowing the question, because that, my dear, is how you get love. Yes that, dear youth, is how you'll be loved. I tried to medicate my own fucked up little mind with chemicals and adrenaline, tasting sweeter every night, shaking louder every time. Sitting wide awake in bed until the world disappears, writing poetry to concentrate on something real while waiting for the love to arrive. I've been looking for it night after night, waiting patiently for it to show up, maybe somewhere in between the state of awake and asleep, alive and not so alive, sober and not so sober. (I lost track of the difference somewhere in between.) ↗

— Charlotte Eriksson

#finding-yourself #love #lucid-dreaming #night #pills

How often do you ignore a dream, dismiss it as fantasy and then see echoes of the dream around you the following day? What if a dream were the forewarning of what will become your reality; if you are being told within the world of a dream what may occur in the near or distant future, but your mind mangles the truth and information so much that you discard it as fiction? ↗

— Samantha Robertson

#fiction #forewarning #premonition #dreams

Westward on the high-hilled plains Where for me the world began, Still, I think, in newer veins Frets the changeless blood of man. ... There, when hueless is the west And the darkness hushes wide, Where the lad lies down to rest Stands the troubled dream beside. There, on thoughts that once were mine, Day looks down the eastern steep, And the youth at morning shine Makes the vow he will not keep. ↗

— A.E. Housman

#dreams #sleep #vows #youth #dreams

Why are you here?" "To fetch the woman I cut from the veil of the rock." “Why did you cut?" "To send her spirit out, so that she would come to make the child, for me to teach to dance and sing and dream, to free the beasts within the rock to fill the world." “Have you found her?" "She is not here. There are only people horrible to see." “Where are your stories?" said the other. "I cannot tell them. My head is a cloud. ↗

— Alan Garner

#myth #where-are-your-stories #dreams

Rock me sweet cradle of dreams. Lift me up upon my feet. I pray God of mercy just don't let me die here in my sleep. And the morning comes crashing through the wall like a run away train. Almost home. Almost gone. Free like a stone. ↗

— David Lynne Jones

#gratitude #hope #inspirational #prayer #rock-me

Why do want to find him so bad?’ I ask after a while, but she’s not listening. I watch her a bit longer. ‘Why do you want to find him so bad?’ I ask again. She blinks and comes out of her dream. She flicks the band on her wrist. ‘I just do.’ - Ed Skye ↗

— Cath Crowley

#great #love #quirky #dreams

There's a lot you can do with a name like Amelia. You can play with it, sure, is what you think I'm going to say. Make it cute (Amy), or cuter (Millie), complaining (Meelie), or French, I guess, like the movie (Amélie). You can step right into that name, is what I mean, and walk around. Swim with it or spill it on your shirt. Whisper it over like a sad, soft ache, or bark it out aloud like a mad, manic message: camellia, come heee-re, a-million, ah murder you, ye-eah. ↗

— Jaclyn Moriarty

#dreaming-of-amelia #jaclyn-moriarty #names #dreams