#y

Shh, mi amor. The neighbors will hear and call the police. ↗

— Kate Richards

#short-story #the-edge #erotic-romance

And then there are always clever people about to promise you that everything will be all right if only you put yourself out a bit... And you get carried away, you suffer so much from the things that exist that you ask for what can't ever exist. Now look at me, I was well away dreaming like a fool and seeing visions of a nice friendly life on good terms with everybody, and off I went, up into the clouds. And when you fall back into the mud it hurts a lot. No! None of it was true, none of those things we thought we could see existed at all. All that was really there was still more misery-- oh yes! as much of that as you like-- and bullets into the bargain! ↗

— Émile Zola

#germinal #misery #tancock #dreams

People are not patient anymore. ↗

— Antonio Banderas

#patient #people

Don't let your eyes refuse to see Don't let your ears refuse to hear ↗

— Ray Lamontagne

#song-lyrics

For quiet times disappear listen to the ocean ↗

— Tupac Shakur

#song-lyrics

Mythology is composed by poets out of their insights and realizations. Mythologies are not invented; they are found. You can no more tell us what your dream is going to be tonight than we can invent a myth. Myths come from the mystical region of essential experience. ↗

— Joseph Campbell

#mythology #spirituality #dreams

Each of the dancers took a partner, the living with the dead, each to each. Bod reached out his hand and found himself touching fingers with, and gazing into the grey eyes of, the lady in the cobweb dress. She smiled at him. “Hello, Bod,” she said. “Hello,” he said, as he danced with her. “I don’t know your name.” “Names aren’t really important,” she said. “I love your horse. He’s so big! I never knew horses could be that big.” “He is gentle enough to bear the mightiest of you away on his broad back, and strong enough for the smallest of you as well.” “Can I ride him?” asked Bod. “One day,” she told him, and her cobweb skirts shimmered. “One day. Everybody does.” “Promise?” I promise. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#fantasy #young-adult #death

I think every woman would want to do something about their cellulite! ↗

— Tyra Banks

#every #i #i think #something #their

Picasso is a character that has pursued me for a long time and I always rejected. He deserves a lot of respect because I am from Malaga, and I was born four blocks from where he was born. ↗

— Antonio Banderas

#am #because #blocks #born #character

Would you like to meet him? I could summon him up in a trice of you like. Being a warlock, and all. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray