#lull

I sang my princess fast asleep, 'Cause she was my dream come true, Oh Annmarie, believe me, I loved you. But now those lonely lullabies, Just dampen my tired eyes, Because I can't forget you. Because I can't forget you. ↗

— Owl City

#owl-city #dreams

Sleep now a little while Till within our dreams we wake Unfolding our Forever If only for Never’s sake And take me to your ever after Let’s hide behind our eyes Together pour through that door Where autumn never dies And I’ll sift my sands to your side Before we slip away Before we’re little more than silt Beneath the rocking waves And side by side we’ll fight the tide That sweeps in to take us down And hand in hand we’ll both withstand Even as we drown. ↗

— Kelly Creagh

#isobel #lullaby #dreams

Sleep, baby, sleep Your father tends the sheep Your mother shakes the dreamland tree And from it fall sweet dreams of thee Sleep, baby, sleep. ↗

— Rosamund Lupton

#dreams

Afterwards, sitting on my bunk, I cried. I read somewhere that when you’re a kid it’s people’s cruelty that makes you cry, then when you’re an adult it’s their kindness. I hadn’t realised until that moment how completely I’d given up any entitlement to kindness. And then when I saw Jake, so visibly strung out, looking so totally alone, the makeup felt cheap on my face, a stupid girl’s gesture. (The girl’s still in there, waist-deep in the blood and guts of the monster’s victims. There might be something out there that’ll kill the girl but if so I can’t imagine what it could be.) Are you okay? I’m fine. Are you all right? I’m fine. Weeks of waiting and then when the moment comes you trade the plainest words. The nearness of him hurt, my heart, my head, my breasts, my womb, it felt like, started the wolf trying to tear itself free. ↗

— Glen Duncan

#talulla #the-last-werewolf #imagination

Wherever you will go, I will let you down, But this lullaby goes on. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#love #lullaby #song #love

I had no illusions about love anymore. It came, it went, it left casualties or it didn't. People weren't meant to be together forever, regardless of what the songs say. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#love

He heard a soft voice calling him and turned towards it, trying to focus the vision before him. It wasn't his mother. If he weren't so tired, he would have smiled. He hadn't expected to find an angel in Hell. The angel, her image blurred, a whiteness surrounding her, would understand. The angel would know. "Why couldn't she love me?" he asked. The angel's answer was garbled. He strained to understand the words, not all his senses failed him as he slipped back into the abyss on the edge of Hell. And the angel knelt down beside the bed and wept. ↗

— Lorraine Heath

#lorriane-heath #rebecca #sweet-lullaby #love

A successful song comes to sing itself inside the listener. It is cellular and seismic, a wave coalescing in the mind and in the flesh. There is a message outside and a message inside, and those messages are the same, like the pat and thud of two heartbeats, one within you, one surrounding. The message of the lullaby is that it’s okay to dim the eyes for a time, to lose sight of yourself as you sleep and as you grow: if you drift, it says, you’ll drift ashore: if you fall, you will fall into place. ↗

— Kevin Brockmeier

#music #sleep #song #music

Everything, in the end, comes down to timing. One second, one minute, one hour could make all the difference. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#different

A'isha asked him: 'Does one come to Paradise only by the mercy of Allah?' He repeated three times over: 'No one comes to Paradise except by the mercy of Allah!' 'Not even you. Messenger of Allah?' she asked. 'Not even I, unless Allah enfolds me in His mercy. ↗

— Anonymous

#islam #mercy #paradise #rasulullah #islam