#we

Thanks to April,” she whispered, “you have the wedding you’ve dreamed about ever since you were a little girl.” Dean’s boom of laughter was one more reason she loved this man with all her heart. ↗

— Susan Elizabeth Phillips

#love #one-liners #wedding #dreams

Him's name is Roland, Mama. I dream about him, sometimes. Him's a King, too. ↗

— Stephen King

#dreams

Weirdism is definitely the cornerstone of many an artist's career. ↗

— E.A. Bucchianeri

#artist #artists #artists-life #arts-and-humanities #artsy

It would have hurt no matter who took you the first time. ↗

— Judith McNaught

#dreams

Sweaters need to be imagined, dreamed over. ↗

— Stephanie Pearl-McPhee

#knitting #sweaters #dreams

Silence. It flashed from the woodwork and the walls; it smote him with an awful, total power, as if generated by a vast mill. It rose from the floor, up out of the tattered gray wall-to-wall carpeting. It unleashed itself from the broken and semi-broken appliances in the kitchen, the dead machines which hadn’t worked in all the time Isidore had lived here. From the useless pole lamp in the living room it oozed out, meshing with the empty and wordless descent of itself from the fly-specked ceiling. It managed in fact to emerge from every object within his range of vision, as if it—the silence—meant to supplant all things tangible. Hence it assailed not only his ears but his eyes; as he stood by the inert TV set he experienced the silence as visible and, in its own way, alive. Alive! He had often felt its austere approach before; when it came it burst in without subtlety, evidently unable to wait. The silence of the world could not rein back its greed. Not any longer. Not when it had virtually won. ↗

— Philip K. Dick

#greed #power #silence #wasteland #dreams

Those who desire to rise as high as our human condition allows, must renounce intellectual pride, the omnipotence of clear thinking, belief in the absolute power of logic. ↗

— Alexis Carrel

#absolute #absolute power #allows #belief #clear

It is a world completely rotten with wealth, power, senility, indifference, puritanism and mental hygiene, poverty and waste, technological futility and aimless violence, and yet I cannot help but feel it has about it something of the dawning of the universe. Perhaps because the entire world continues to dream of New York, even as New York dominates and exploits it. ↗

— Jean Baudrillard

#new-york #postmodern #power #dreams

In the cold dark days of the winter, dream about the flowers to get warmed up! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#dreams

It angered him that his sexuality was an issue at all. As far as he was concerned, who he decided to sleep with was his business alone. ↗

— Christina Westover

#gay #homosexuality #kurt-cobain #lesbian-lgbt #love