#z

Ja sam prolećni vetar. Onaj što donosi leto. I ljubav. Onaj što nikad ne duva sredom. Ja se sjurim i udarim ti u lice i lice ti u osmeh pretvorim. Kada mi gledaš u leđa, suze ti pada- ju na vrhove cipela. Ja sam prolećni vetar. Onaj što donosi sjaj. Kradem ti tugu i kamenjem je zatrpam. Ja sam prolećni vetar, ne volim poeziju ali tvoj sam. Zato prolećni vetar budi i ti. ↗

— Nenad Jovanović

#kome-da-lelujam-lišće #dreams

We know of no other event like it in the history of the world, except perhaps the first confrontation in Europe between the neolithic peoples who came from the East and the primitive hunters. But no witness ever wrote of that great drama. ↗

— J.M.G. Le Clézio

#montezuma #dreams

I'm a lazy man. With lazy dreams. I need Tai to wake me up, make me vibrate, irritate me. I need my angry woman, my unforgiving friend. ↗

— Ursula K. Le Guin

#laziness #marriage #dreams

Politics bores you?" Bronsen said. Julien smiled. "It does. Apologies, sir, and it is not that I haven't tried to be fascinated. But careful and meticulous research has suggested the hypothesis that all politicians are liars, fools, and tricksters, and I have as yet come across no evidence to the contrary. They can do great damage, and rarely any good. It is the job of the sensible man to try and protect civilization from their depradations. ↗

— Iain Pears

#damage #deceit #depradation #lies #politicians

Pixies have to be invited in, like vampires. I read it on the Internet. Well, there you go, I mutter. Then it must be true. ↗

— Carrie Jones

#internet

This isn't your fight, Patch," I said quietly. His eyes burned with an intensity I'd never seen before. "You're mine, Angel, and don't you forget it. Your fights are my fights. What if something had happened today? It was bad enough when I thought your ghost was haunting me; I don't think I could handle the real thing. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#nora #patch #patch-and-nora #silence #ghost

Look, suppose that there was one among all those who desire nothing but material and filthy lucre, that one, at least, is like my old Inquisitor, who himself ate roots in the desert and raved, overcoming his flesh, in order to make himself free and perfect, but who still loved mankind all his life, and suddenly opened his eyes and he saw that there is no great moral blessedness in achieving perfection of the will only to become convinced, at the same time, that millions of the rest of God's creatures have been set up only for mockery, that they will never be strong enough to manage their freedom, that from such pitiful rebels will never come giants to complete the tower, that it was not for such geese that the great idealist dreamt his dream of harmony. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#dreams

What could I offer the local bad boy except my livelihood? Oh, I know. My body or my planes! Why didn't I think of that? Would you have preferred that I offer him my body, Nic, because I sure as hell wasn't going to sign over either of my planes! ↗

— Sharon K. Garner

#brazil #contemporary #rain-forest #romance #romantic-adventure

Listen up, Nic," she said firmly, looking straight into his gray-blue eyes. "If you die on me out here, so help me I'll hold seances and pester you. I won't give you a moment's peace in the hereafter," she threatened in a fierce whisper. Gabrielle O'Hara, River of Dreams ↗

— Sharon K. Garner

#brazil #contemporary #rain-forest #romance #romantic-adventure

While National Geographic magazine had given me a taste of the world, the three-dimensional details of this moment - the tickle of the rain drops, the suck sound of my feet in the mud, the challenge of getting photographs of the monkeys, my immature urge to make the driver wait even longer because he was annoying - would feed me for years to come. ↗

— Kristine K. Stevens

#exploration #tanzania #travel #dreams