#tory

Creatures of a day, what is any one? What is he not? Man is but a dream of a shadow. Yet when there comes as a gift of heaven a gleam of sunshine, there rest upon men a radiant light and, aye, a gentle life. ↗

— Pindar

#victory #dreams

Compassion crowns the soul with its truest victory. ↗

— Aberjhani

#famous-quotes-from-classic-books #forgiveness #healing #inspiration #positive-inspiration

Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again. For then the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day. ↗

— Matthew Arnold

#love #love-story #reality #dreams

Sometimes the prize is not worth the costs. The means by which we achieve victory are as important as the victory itself. ↗

— Brandon Sanderson

#sacrifice #victory #sacrifice

I will be with you and there is nothing in heaven, or hell, that can keep me away. - Michael ↗

— Cameo Renae

#dreams

I'm here to tell niggas it ain't all swell. There's Heaven then there's Hell niggas One day your cruisin' in your seven, Next day your sweatin', forgettin' your lies, Alibis ain't matchin' up, bullshit catchin' up Hit with the RICO, they repoed your vehicle Everything was all good just a week ago 'Bout to start bitchin' ain't you? Ready to start snitchin' ain't you? I forgive you. Weak ass, hustlin' just ain't you Aside from the fast cars Honeys that shake they ass in bars You know you wouldn't be involved With the Underworld dealers, carriers of mac-millers East coast bodiers, West coast cap-peelers Little monkey niggas turned gorillas. ↗

— Jay-Z

#blackness #crime #crime-and-punishment #freakonomics #ghetto

Apalah gunanya impian bila tidak diwujudkan? ↗

— Fredrik Nael

#fantasy-fiction #imagination #indonesian #inspiring #short-story

I recalled the afternoon when the two of us stood beating erasers, and Camille confided that she'd done penance for stories - stories that I'll never know if she wrote or only imagined writing. She'd wanted me to tell her a secret from my dreams, a secret from my dreams I hadn't had as yet, and so I didn't quite understand what she was after. "It's about feeling," Camille had insisted. I didn't understand then that she was talking about risk. ↗

— Stuart Dybek

#risk #storytelling #dreams

...in my wildest, most indulgent dreams, we only hear about sexual assault & abuse in history books. ↗

— Lisa Factora-Borchers

#future #history #sexual-abuse #sexual-assault #visions-of-justice

When I got home, I seemed in a dream. My windows looked upon hers; I remained all the day looking at them, and all the day they were closed and dark. I forgot everything for this woman; I slept not, I eat nothing. That evening I fell into a fever, the next morning I was delirious, and the next evening I was DEAD!' 'Dead!' cried his hearers. 'Dead!' answered the narrator, with a conviction in his voice which words alone cannot give; 'dead as Fabian, the cast of whose dead face hangs from that wall!' 'Go on,' whispered the others, holding their breath. The hail still rattled against the windows, and the fire had so nearly died out, that they threw more wood on the feeble flame which penetrated the darkness of the studio and cast a faint light upon the pale face of him who told the story. ("The Dead Man's Story ↗

— James Hain Friswell

#death #horror-story #storytelling #death