#wil

Flaws would not only bring death but, far worse, humiliation. ↗

— William Goldman

#humiliation #inigo #the-princess-bride #william-goldman #death

My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or the other of us has to go. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#oscar-wilde #wallpaper #death

I stood beside the U-Haul, and I just watched her. I stared at her while she looked on with the saddest look in her eyes. I wanted to know what she was thinking about, what was going on in her head. What had mad her so sad? I wanted to hug her so bad. When she finally got out of the U-Haul and I introduced myself to her, it took all I had to let go of her hand. I wanted to hold on to it forever. I wanted to let her know that she wasn't alone. Whatever burden it was that she was carrying around, I wanted to carry it for her. I wish I could, Lake. I wish I could take it all away. Unfortunately, that's not how it works. It doesn't just go away. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#death #layken-cohen #sadness #slammed #will-cooper

Why, even Death stands still and waits an hour for such a will. ↗

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox

#death

We live in such an amazing World and we don't even see it. It's clouded by hate, betrayal and death. When do we stop all of that and begin living?, when do we realise that we're made for more than this?, our ability is far more powerful than we think!. ↗

— Ellie Williams

#ellie-williams #elliewillz #death

It is essential for people to trust - even through long periods when dreams may appear to have been deferred, delayed, and overshadowed - that there comes a time when an unwavering will, a strong belief, and endless prayers bring great visions to realization. ↗

— Attallah Shabazz

#willpower #dreams

Music is something that always lifts my spirits and makes me happy, and when I make music I always hope it will have the same effect on whoever listens to it. ↗

— Aaron Carter

#effect #happy #hope #i #i always

Graham had a lot of trouble with taste. Often his thoughts were not tasty. There were no effective partitions in his mind. What he saw and learned touched everything else he knew. Some of the combinations were hard to live with. But he could not anticipate them, could not block and repress. His learned values of decency and propriety tagged along, shocked at his associations, appalled at his dreams; sorry that in the bone arena of his skull there were no forts for what he loved. His associations came at the speed of light. His value judgments were at the pace of a responsive reading. They could never keep up and direct his thinking. He viewed his own mentality as grotesque but useful, like a chair made of antlers. There was nothing he could do about it. ↗

— Thomas Harris

#will-graham #dreams

I dreamt that I took William Burrough’s penis and tied it up with piano wire. I hung him like a Chagall painting…In the next part J.G. Ballard swam through streets of female urine. The girls read his book Crash and then mowed him down with their Volkswagen, crushing his chest slowly against a brick wall. As he screamed in agony larger than representation can accommodate, they referred to his text and had orgasms. Later, they jumped up and down yelling, ‘You’re not a hero. You’re not a hero. You’re not. You’re not. You’re not.’ “ “How do you analyze that part of the dream, Anna?” …”I guess I’m nervous about my birthday. ↗

— Sarah Schulman

#dreams #j-g-ballard #psychoanalysis #sexism #william-burroughs

He groaned and leaned his forehead against hers, “You drive me mad, Elizabeth. I dream I am holding you every night. I wake in a sweat, aching and disappointed. Dreams of you have replaced my nightmares, but they leave me empty and restless and my body on fire. I can't even remember why we argued. I don't care how things went wrong. ↗

— Judith James

#libertine-s-kiss #lizzy #william #dreams