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If you're not going to go after your dreams, you may as well be a vegetable. ↗

— Bill Munroe

#dreams

Dreams: a door through which the dead return. ↗

— Marty Rubin

#the-dead #dreams

Lie you easy, dream you light, And sleep you fast for aye; And luckier may you find the night Than ever you found the day. ↗

— A.E. Housman

#life-and-death #luck #night #sleep #the-isle-of-portland

Soon, nostalgia will be another name for Europe. ↗

— Angela Carter

#europe #name #nostalgia #soon #will

Harry dreamed he was back in the DA room. Cho was accusing him of luring her there under false pretences; she said he had promised her a hundred and fifty Chocolate Frog Cards if she showed up. Harry protested... Cho shouted, 'Cedric gave me loads of Chocolate Frog Cards, look!' And pulled out fistfuls of Cards from inside her robes and threw them into the air. Then she turned into Hermione, who said, 'You did promise her, you know, Harry... I think you'd better give her something else instead... how about your Firebolt?' And Harry was protesting that he could not give Cho his Firebolt, because Umbridge had it, and anyway the whole thing was ridiculous, he'd only come to the DA room to put up some Christmas baubles shaped like Dobby's head... ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#order-of-the-phoenix #dreams

Texas, to be respected must be polite. Santa Anna living, can be of incalculable benefit to Texas; Santa Anna dead, would just be another dead Mexican. ↗

— Sam Houston

#another #benefit #dead #incalculable #just

Right at the end of the war I wrote a piano sonata, which was written at a time when Sam Barber used to come down here and we used to have lunch together in a very nice old hotel that's now not there. ↗

— Elliott Carter

#come #down #end #here #hotel

He doesn't know the meaning of the word fear, but then again he doesn't know the meaning of most words. ↗

— Bobby Bowden

#fear #know #meaning #meaning of #most

If I Still Wrote The footsteps have faded into the crowd and throngs, The voices faint, I don’t hear them anymore. But… If I still wrote love, on the pangs of waiting… You’d speak again. Sleep, wakefulness, silence – no matter – will be deafeningly alive, Of a hand held, of songs raw to this heart. That was then. I am here – not where the weak in all of us relent… To substitutes and void filling. To settling and tolerating. Here, where alone and sad, have ceased to mean the same. Where fields of bloom are ablaze – with now. Holding my breath no more, for gains and dreams of tomorrow. Here, where life is as it is and should be. If I still wrote love songs – they would be about comfort. About reveling in the majestic moment of Being Who I need to be, and who I’m born to be. If I still wrote… ↗

— Ruby S. Bernardo

#dreams

Dream Bravely. Find fearlessness inside of you. Dare, and fear will falter. Challenge, and fear will flee. This is the beginning of your dream-making. ↗

— Carew Papritz

#dream-bravely #dream-making #fearlessness #the-legacy-letters #dreams