#z

He felt beyond himself. He felt for the first time in his adult life a shadow of fear in his heart--fear for her, for what he actually wanted from her--and for himself, for what he might do. ↗

— Shana Abe

#dreams

Something inside his chest unlocked--wildly, slowly, a peculiar sort of melting. He was lost. He was the thorn and the thistle, blown upon her breeze. He felt, strangely enough, staring into her yes, like he was going to weep. ↗

— Shana Abe

#dreams

He mouthed the words to her that she could not see, and that she could not hear. It was all he dared tonight, strangers in a castle, strangers to this land, their future a great black question mark and an ending he could not foresee. He bent his lips to her ear and said without breathe: Lia-heart. Little dragon. I love you too. ↗

— Shana Abe

#dreams

Lia, all that I am is what I do. I'm not meant for a tame sort of life, to dwell in bucolic splendor. I'm a city rat. I ache for it. I was made for it. And I wouldn't expect you to live as I do. I wouldn't want that for you. But its all I have to offer." "Then--I accept." He brought a hand to his forehead and began to laugh. "Its like being snared in a sugartrap. You wont listen. ↗

— Shana Abe

#zane #dreams

Who will you be my Little Ones? Who will you be, my Little Ones? Will you dance for the fires of your youth and run at midnight to water's edge, diving into summer's heat? Will you ride a wild mare to any thought or dream or love of your making? Will you seek the artistry of your own infatuations and explore all the reckless and eccentric corners of your own impetuous world? ↗

— Carew Papritz

#the-legacy-letters #who-will-you-be-my-little-ones #dreams

On having a backup plan: "Always a good plan anytime you want to follow your dream - I love writing, acting, and psychiatry - there are crazy people everywhere which means I can take my career anywhere my dream needs to go. ↗

— Samantha Steele

#author #books #crazy #dream #follow

No pares, no... No pares nunca de soñar. ↗

— Dulce María

#dreams #esperanza #fe #inspiration #life

His idleness was his refuge, and in this he was like many others in [occupied] France in that period; laziness became political. ↗

— Iain Pears

#laziness #occupation #occupied-france #politics #war

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

Ja sam prolećni vetar. Onaj što donosi leto. I ljubav. Onaj što nikad ne duva sredom. Ja se sjurim i udarim ti u lice i lice ti u osmeh pretvorim. Kada mi gledaš u leđa, suze ti pada- ju na vrhove cipela. Ja sam prolećni vetar. Onaj što donosi sjaj. Kradem ti tugu i kamenjem je zatrpam. Ja sam prolećni vetar, ne volim poeziju ali tvoj sam. Zato prolećni vetar budi i ti. ↗

— Nenad Jovanović

#kome-da-lelujam-lišće #dreams