#though

On their sofas of spice and feathers, the concubines also slept fretfully. In those days the Earth was still flat, and people dreamed often of falling over edges. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#inspirational #sleep #thought-provoking #writing #dreams

After each dream, Frankie woke with a start, soaked in tears. But she found no relief in the peaceful silence of her room, because there everything was real. And the guilt was too immense to bear. Each time she opened her eyes, she'd quickly shut them. And wish that she had woken up for the very last time. ↗

— Lisi Harrison

#guilt #mistakes #passive-deathwish #regret #remorse

It is easier to hold on to a dream than it is to let it go. ↗

— Tanja Kobasic

#faith #inspirational #positive-thoughts #wishes #dreams

... people, who always look for what they don’t have, don’t see what they have and dream of what they don’t really need. ↗

— Ani Chibukhchyan

#dreams

Not every thought is a flower; some are thorns. But while a flower may make you fall asleep and too see dreams, a thorn will wake you up and make you to think! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#dreams

In silence the three of them looked at the sunset and thought about God. ↗

— Maud Hart Lovelace

#faith #god #sunset #thought #faith

I just want to be told a story, and I want to believe I'm living that story, and I don't give a thought to influences or method or any other writerly concerns. ↗

— Anne Tyler

#believe #concerns #give #i #influences

I have to tell you, though, the sexism in late night talk is so profound. ↗

— Kathy Griffin

#late #late night #night #profound #sexism

Perhaps the rest of the world was gone. It was the most plausible answer. Heaven knows she couldn’t see or think of anyone else. That must be the answer, they were the only two people left, as the Earth spun into a timeless abyss. Claire once read time doesn’t pass at normal speeds within a black hole. If one were to travel into a black hole for only moments and return again, centuries would have passed. That explained the sensation she felt, once again peering into his dark gaze. She wouldn’t look away; she’d trained herself better than that. Then again, she reasoned, it wasn’t an option. She couldn’t divert her gaze if she wanted. The hold upon her stare was stronger than any ropes or chains made by man. Claire knew from experience, submitting to the hold was her best chance at survival. Fighting was a futile waste of energy. ↗

— Aleatha Romig

#memories #power-of-thoughts #romig #truth #experience

A brain is only capable of what it could conceive, andit couldnt concieve what it hasnt experienced ↗

— Graham Greene

#capable #concieve #experience #human #mind