#ka

Finally, he knew the kind of loving that made two one and understood Jane was his world. His ocean, his country, his sun, his rain, his very heart. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#into-the-dreaming #karen-marie-moning #dreams

These are fat mummies sitting with their bags of crisps in front of the television, saying that thin models are ugly. Fashion is about dreams and illusions, and no one wants to see round women. ↗

— Karl Lagerfeld

#illusion #karl-lagerfeld #dreams

We can talk about our dreams all night, Lisette. We can talk forever, for the rest of our lives, living one adventure after another, I promise. But not now, my darling Lisette. For now, all I can think of is the brilliance of yet another ancient Greek, Sophocles. He said, 'One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life-that word is love.' I love you, Lisette. You bring my life joy I've never known. Please, marry me. ↗

— Kasey Michaels

#historical-romance #history #hostorical #kasey-michaels #lisette

never believe that you are anything less then extraordinary. ↗

— Kaiden Blake

#inspirational #kaiden-blake #spirituality-of-imperfection #dreams

The reason why people fail to achieve their dreams is because they stop pursuing them. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#gloriouskau #kau #kaushani #majumder #paulo

Here it's safe, here it's warm. Here the daisies guard you from every harm. Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true. Here is the place where I love you. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#songs #dreams

DREAMS ARE HERE TO BECOME REALITY. ↗

— Mickey Christiansen

#inspirational #katie #mickey #dreams

Često dolaziš kod mene da se družimo. A meni i nije baš do druženja. Ali šta ću, na to sam te navikao. Pričaš da ne možeš da veruješ da je bio takav prema tebi i kako je mogao to da ti uradi, a ja te gledam i zamišljam: „Kako bih ti to uradio.” Svašta mi još pričaš. Iznosiš tajne, proš- lost, budućnost. Kažeš kako je super da me imaš, a ja te gledam i zamišljam: „Kako bi bilo super da te imam.” Iz dva ugla gledamo na istu stvar, a i ti živiš na drugom kraju grada, a između nas sto miliona ulica koje treba proći i vozovi su tako spori i vremena je malo, i često pada kiša, i ti radiš, i ja radim, i rođendani su nam tako ret- ko, i ostale razne stvari me sprečavaju a i teše. Drugačije nije ni moglo, zar ne? ↗

— Nenad Jovanović

#o-kako-tužnih-ljubavi-ima #dreams

I don’t have many friends, not the living, breathing sort at any rate. And I don’t mean that in a sad and lonely way; I’m just not the type of person who accumulates friends or enjoys crowds. I’m good with words, but not spoken kind; I’ve often thought what a marvelous thing it would be if I could only conduct relationships on paper. And I suppose, in a sense, that’s what I do, for I’ve hundreds of the other sort, the friends contained within bindings, pages after glorious pages of ink, stories that unfold the same way every time but never lose their joy, that take me by the hand and lead me through doorways into worlds of great terror and rapturous delight. Exciting, worthy, reliable companions - full of wise counsel, some of them - but sadly ill-equipped to offer the use of a spare bedroom for a month or two. ↗

— Kate Morton

#distant-hours #kate-morton #terrorism

I spent the rest of the day in someone else's story. The rare moments that I put the book down, my own pain returned in burning stabs. ↗

— Amy Plum

#die-for-me #escape #kate #loneliness #reading