#art

Nothing is impossible to a willing heart. ↗

— John Heywood

#impossible #nothing #nothing is impossible #willing

Why Dream? Life is a difficult assignment. We are fragile creatures, expected to function at high rates of speed, and asked to accomplish great and small things each day. These daily activities take enormous amounts of energy. Most things are out of our control. We are surrounded by danger, frustration, grief, and insanity as well as love, hope, ecstasy, and wonder. Being fully human is an exercise in humility, suffering, grace, and great humor. Things and people all around us die, get broken, or are lost. There is no safety or guarantees. The way to accomplish the assignment of truly living is to engage fully, richly, and deeply in the living of your dreams. We are made to dream and to live those dreams. ↗

— S.A.R.K.

#creativity #dreaming #procrastination #writing #art

I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. (John 11:25-26) ↗

— Anonymous

#charles-dickens #ever-after #everlasting-life #faith #paradise

A dream you once were, A dream of all my realities, A dream I can no long strive for In the wake of my manly betayals ↗

— C. Elizabeth

#dreams #heartache #lost-love #reality #dreams

I'm gonna party, see how intoxicated I can get and how many rules I can flaunt. That's my motto. ↗

— H.G. Bissinger

#party #dreams

Freedom of opinion! Where is it? I see a press more mean and paltry and silly and disgraceful than any country ever knew, - if that be its standard, here it is. ... I speak of Miss Martineau, and all parties... shower down upon her a perfect cataract of abuse. "But what has she done? Surely she praised America enough!" - "Yes, but she told us of some of our faults, and Americans can't bear to be told of their faults. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#letters #press-standards #us #freedom

And it only hurts when I'm breathing My heart only breaks when it's beating My dreams only die when I'm dreaming So, I hold my breath--to forget ↗

— Shania Twain

#if-only-hurts-when-i-m-breathing #lyrics #dreams

I've heard fate talked of. It's not a word I use. I think we make our own choices. I think how we live our lives is our own doing, and we cannot fully hope on dreams and stars. But dreams and stars can guide us, perhaps. And the heart's voice is a strong one. Always is. Your heart's voice is your true voice. It is easy to ignore it, for sometimes it says what we'd rather it did not - and it is so hard to risk the things we have. But what life are we living, if we don't live by our hearts? Not a true one. And the person living it is not the true you. ↗

— Susan Fletcher

#dreams #fate #heart #hopes #life

Did the destruction of one dream leave a vacuum that required filling with another? Is a broken heart more vulnerable? ↗

— Cinda Williams Chima

#heartbreak #raisa #dreams

In the early part of the '60s I was influenced by the Ventures. ↗

— Carl Wilson

#i #influenced #part #ventures