#are

Talk is the most precious and result-driven commodity managers have to share. ↗

— Julie Winkle Giulioni

#management-and-leadership #leadership

Chloe kept her expression bland. He looked immensely pleased with himself this morning, and there was no way she was letting him know she'd had even one nocturnal thought about him. "I can't remember," she said, blinking guilelessly. "In fact, I slept so deeply I don't think I dreamt at all." "Indeed," he murmured. When he moved forward, she nearly jumped out of her skin, but he simply reached behind her and pulled the door to her bedchamber shut. Then backed her against it. "Hey," she snapped. "I sought but to give you a good morrow kiss, lass. 'Tis a Scots custom." She craned her neck, scowling up at him, and gave him a look that said Yeah, right, nice try. "A wee one. No tongue. I promise," he said, his lips curving faintly. "You never give up, do you?" "I never will, sweet. Doona you know that by now?" Oooh, that was beginning to take on shades of her dream. And he'd called her "sweet," a little endearment. She damped her mouth shut and shook her head. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#dagues #karen-marie-moning #the-dark-highlander #dreams

And now to sleep, to dream...perchance to fart. ↗

— Anthony Bourdain

#kansas-city #no-reservations #shakespeare #dreams

In the world of photography, you get to share a captured moment with other people. ↗

— James Wilson

#get #moment #other #people #photography

A lot of parents tell their children that if they want to be an actor, that's fine, but they should do something else first, so they've got something to fall back on. It doesn't work like that, as far as I'm concerned. ↗

— Ewan McGregor

#as far as #back #children #concerned #else

Life was rich and full. She couldn't have asked for more. Well... actually... she amended with a little inner flinch, she could have. Though most of the time she looked at Adam and just felt awed and humbled that this big, wonderful man had given up so much to love her, sometimes she hated that he didn't have a soul, and sometimes she wanted to hate God. And she had a dream, a silly dream perhaps, but a dream to which she clung. They would live to be a hundred, until long after their children and grandchildren were grown, and one day they would go to bed and lie down facing each other, and die like that, at the same moment, in each other's arms. And this was her dream: that maybe, just maybe, if she loved him hard enough and true enough and deep enough, and if she held on to him tightly enough as they died, she could take him with her wherever it was that souls went. And there she would do what was in her blood, what she now knew she'd been born for; she would stand before God, a brehon, and she would argue the greatest, the most important case of her life. And she would win. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#gabby #karen-marie-moning #the-immortal-highlander #dreams

My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free. ↗

— Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

#accounted #annoyed #dearest #free #i

There is nothing like wounded affection for giving poignancy to anger. ↗

— Elizabeth Gaskell

#anger #betrayal #father-and-son #love #parent-and-child

With the compelling convincingness of dreams, which are vague yet exact, the ghost voice draws us (to ourselves and all of our component selves), lifts them casually out of the well of the past--the well wherein nothing is lost, the deep well of forgetfulness, and remembrance--and tosses them mockingly on the glassy table surface of our consciousness. There we are forced to consider them. There we are forced to regard, analyze, and re-understand. ↗

— Heinrich Zimmer

#dreams

Orphans? Would you really? Adopt children?" "There are advantages. If they turn out badly, we can blame their natural parents. We can also choose our own assortment of ages and genders. We can even get them ready-grown, if we wish. ↗

— Loretta Chase

#humor #ismal #leila #love #orphan