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The people who say dreams never come true must have been asleep when opportunity knocked.-brewer ↗

— Nancy B. Brewer

#dreams

You sleep with a dream of summer weather, wake to the thrum of rain—roped down by rain. Nothing out there but drop-heavy feathers of grass and rainy air. The plastic table on the terrace has shed three legs on its way to the garden fence. The mountains have had the sense to disappear. It's the Celtic temperament—wind, then torrents, then remorse. Glory rising like a curtain over distant water. Old stonehouse, having steered us through the dark, docks in a pool of shadow all its own. That widening crack in the gloom is like good luck. Luck, which neither you nor tomorrow can depend on. ↗

— Anne Stevenson

#dreams

Sleep, baby, sleep Your father tends the sheep Your mother shakes the dreamland tree And from it fall sweet dreams of thee Sleep, baby, sleep. ↗

— Rosamund Lupton

#dreams

I was good at being charming, one of my very few vanities. ↗

— Jeff Lindsay

#vanity #dreams

A young woman forced to keep drunks supplied with beer and siblings with clean underwear -instead of being allowed to pursue "something higher"- stores up great reserves of vitality, a vitality never dreamed of by university students yawning over their books. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#vitality #dreams

Do you wish to speak in Provençal, French, or Latin? They are all I can manage, I'm afraid." "Any will do," the rabbi replied in Provençal. "Splendid. Latin it is," said Pope Clement. ↗

— Iain Pears

#communication #conceit #languages #mockery #papal-authority

The house burned in the fire. Her house. Her prison of lies and of denial. Her American dream turned nightmare.”~Unbreakable Heart ↗

— Kimberly Kinrade

#poetry #dreams

Life is so short. The only person you hurt when you stay angry or hold grudges is you. Forgive everyone, including yourself. ↗

— Tom Giaquinto

#angry #forgive #forgiveness #grudge #happiness

The greatest and most blessed thing in the Germanic life is the mythical, sensitive, yet strong, awakening. The fact is that we have again begun to dream our own primal dreams. ↗

— Alfred Rosenberg

#myth #rosenberg #dreams

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