#kin

Waking up to a smell is a lot more satisfying than waking up to a noise. Instead of barging in uninvited and yanking you out into reality, smells enter your dreams with a silent knock and a polite "Excuse me? ↗

— Adi Alsaid

#waking-up #dreams

Those who desire to rise as high as our human condition allows, must renounce intellectual pride, the omnipotence of clear thinking, belief in the absolute power of logic. ↗

— Alexis Carrel

#absolute #absolute power #allows #belief #clear

Comforts and syphilis are the greatest enemies of mankind. ↗

— Alexis Carrel

#greatest #mankind #syphilis

I had a dream, which seemed so real, I was King of the world, so full of appeal, Upon waking I found I wasn't alone, In a kingdom called Home, sitting on a throne. ↗

— Omar Kiam

#your-home-is-your-kingdom #dreams

Stay with & live your dreams, for these trail blazers did and history is telling their stories in golden, glossy and embossed shining foils ↗

— Ikechukwu Joseph

#unlocking-closed-doors #dreams

Through the night we drove in a tangle of waking and sleeping, nightmares from hell and holy white dreams. ↗

— Glenda Millard

#drove #hell #holy #night #nightmares

His dreams were full of bloodshed. He ran and ran, but wherever he fled, his mother's people and his father's people were in battle with each other. And then Shaftali and Sainnaite both turned on him crying out "No one of your heritage will ever cook for us!" "So what?" he replied, absurdly. "At the rate you're killing each other, there soon will be no one to cook for! ↗

— Laurie J. Marks

#dreams #war #dreams

For I have always been a seeker, a dreamer, and a ponderer on seeking and dreaming... ↗

— H.P. Lovecraft

#dreams #thinking #dreams

My spirit mirrors the radiance of a clear, blue sky. With closed eyes I lift my face and smile, warmed from the core and from above. All hopes and dreams compete with this endless expanse of heaven, desiring the clock of eternity. I reach with my hands―frenziedly achieving―attempting to learn and do all. Yet I understand the humble truth; a drop of rain shall amount to my contribution among all the droplets in the vast ocean of human history. It is a pure and precious tear that seeps from my efforts....my existence. Taste how sweet! It is all that I have, given willingly. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#achieving #contributions #desires #goals #history-of-mankind

Briggs was living in Toronto at the time and had started a studio called Thunder Sound. He recorded the Massey Hall show. He thought this live show should have come out right away and was disappointed and disagreed with my decision to instead put out Harvest-he thought it was not as good as the Massey Hall recording. "It's great, Neil," Briggs said. "Put it out there." But that was not to be. When I heard the show thirty-four years later while reviewing tapes for my archive performance series, I was a little shocked-I agreed with David. After listening, I felt his frustration. This was better than Harvest. It meant more. He was right. I had missed it. He understood it. David was usually right, and when I disagreed with him, I was usually wrong. Every time I go into the studio or onstage, he is missed. ↗

— Neil Young

#making-records #massy-hall #dreams