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Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
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dream
dreams
misattributed-mark-twain
disappointed
explore
sail
disappointment
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H. Jackson Brown Jr. |
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Don't Jus
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action
criticize
dream
learning
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inspirational-attitude
inspirational-life
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inspire
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life-quotes
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transform
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doing
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experience
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thinking
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Roy T. Bennett |
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You never change your life until you step out of your comfort zone; change begins at the end of your comfort zone.
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start-up
step-out-of-your-comfort-zone
courage
dream
leadership
inspiration
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inspire
life-quotes
living
motivation
dreams
change
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motivational
life
inspirational
comfort-zone
achievement
leader
leaders
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Roy T. Bennett |
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Surround Yourself with People Who Believe in Your Dreams
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encourage
dream
inspiration
inspirational-quotes
inspire
life-quotes
living
motivation
optimistic
positive-affirmation
positive-life
dreams
inspiring
positive
positive-thinking
motivational
optimism
life
inspirational
ambition
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Roy T. Bennett |
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The biggest wall you have to climb is the one you build in your mind: Never let your mind talk you out of your dreams, trick you into giving up. Never let your mind become the greatest obstacle to success. To get your mind on the right track, the rest will follow.
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mind
dream
inspiration
inspirational-attitude
inspirational-life
inspirational-quotes
inspire
life-and-living
life-quotes
living
motivation
optimistic
positive-affirmation
positive-life
dreams
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positive
positive-thinking
motivational
success
life-lessons
optimism
life
inspirational
obstacle
mind-quotes
dreams-quotes
success-quotes
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Roy T. Bennett |
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If you trust in yourself. . .and believe in your dreams. . .and follow your star. . . you'll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren't so lazy.
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dream
work
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Terry Pratchett |
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The surest way to make your dreams come true is to live them.
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dream-comes-true
dreams-come-true
dream
inspiration
inspirational-quotes
inspire
life-quotes
living
positive-affirmation
positive-life
dreams
inspiring
positive-thinking
positivity
motivational
life
inspirational
dreams-quotes
motivational-inspirational
living-life
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Roy T. Bennett |
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I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
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prejudice
dream
character
inspirational
race
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Martin Luther King Jr. |
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My heart only ever had one thought, one want. One need. Despite all, in spite of all...All my heart has ever wanted is you.
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romance
dream
love
yearning
need
longing
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Stephanie Laurens |
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We are the music-makers
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courage
dream
dreams
change
music
inspirational
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Arthur O'Shaughnessy |
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Dreams don't work unless you take action. The surest way to make your dreams come true is to live them.
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action
dream-comes-true
dreams-come-true
take-actions
take-action
dream
inspiration
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inspire
life-quotes
living
positive-affirmation
positive-life
dreams
inspiring
positive-thinking
positivity
motivational
life
inspirational
dreams-quotes
motivational-inspirational
living-life
do
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Roy T. Bennett |
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Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.
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dream
near-death-experience
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Emily Brontë |
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Dream your own dreams, achieve your own goals. Your journey is your own and unique.
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dream
inspiration
inspirational-attitude
inspirational-life
inspirational-quotes
inspire
life-and-living
life-quotes
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positive-affirmation
positive-life
dreams
inspiring
positive
positive-thinking
motivational
life-lessons
optimism
life
inspirational
goals
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Roy T. Bennett |
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No one has ever achieved greatness without dreams.
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dream
inspiration
inspirational-attitude
inspirational-life
inspirational-quotes
inspire
life-and-living
life-quotes
living
motivation
optimistic
positive-affirmation
positive-life
dreams
inspiring
positive
positive-thinking
motivational
life-lessons
optimism
life
inspirational
greatness
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Roy T. Bennett |
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The most preposterous notion that Homo sapiens has ever dreamed up is that the Lord God of Creation, Shaper and Ruler of all the Universes, wants the saccharine adoration of His creatures, can be swayed by their prayers, and becomes petulant if He does not receive this flattery. Yet this absurd fantasy, without a shred of evidence to bolster it, pays all the expenses of the oldest, largest, and least productive industry in all history.
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universe
history
dream
fantasy
adoration
expenses
lord-god
petulant
preposterous
prayers
homo-sapiens
ruler
industry
lord
evidence
flattery
creation
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Robert A. Heinlein |
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Believe in your infinite potential. Your only limitations are those you set upon yourself
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abilities
limitations
ability
dream
self-doubt
confidence
inspiration
inspirational-attitude
inspirational-life
inspirational-quotes
inspire
life-and-living
life-quotes
living
motivation
optimistic
positive-affirmation
positive-life
spirituality
dreams
empowerment
inspiring
positive
positive-thinking
motivational
life-lessons
optimism
hope
life
inspirational
believe-in-yourself
potential
spiritual-growth
limits
believe
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Roy T. Bennett |
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To accomplish great things, we must dream as well as act.
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accomplishment
dream
inspirational
good-works
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Anatole France |
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Religion can never reform mankind because religion is slavery. It is far better to be free, to leave the forts and barricades of fear, to stand erect and face the future with a smile. It is far better to give yourself sometimes to negligence, to drift with wave and tide, with the blind force of the world, to think and dream, to forget the chains and limitations of the breathing life, to forget purpose and object, to lounge in the picture gallery of the brain, to feel once more the clasps and kisses of the past, to bring life's morning back, to see again the forms and faces of the dead, to paint fair pictures for the coming years, to forget all Gods, their promises and threats, to feel within your veins life's joyous stream and hear the martial music, the rhythmic beating of your fearless heart. And then to rouse yourself to do all useful things, to reach with thought and deed the ideal in your brain, to give your fancies wing, that they, like chemist bees, may find art's nectar in the weeds of common things, to look with trained and steady eyes for facts, to find the subtle threads that join the distant with the now, to increase knowledge, to take burdens from the weak, to develop the brain, to defend the right, to make a palace for the soul. This is real religion. This is real worship
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free
slavery
weak
worship
dream
joy
future
fear
heart
inspirational
development
feeling
reform
facts
purpose
gods
burden
threat
knowledge
thought
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Robert Green Ingersoll |
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Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear
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dream
ears
self
aware
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Jacqueline Carey |
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A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.
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dream
imagination
inspirational
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Yoko Ono |
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I'll affect you slowly as if you were having a picnic in a dream. There will be no ants. It won't rain.
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rain
romance
dream
love
picnic
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Richard Brautigan |
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Real change is difficult at the beginning, but gorgeous at the end. Change begins the moment you get the courage and step outside your comfort zone; change begins at the end of your comfort zone.
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start-up
step-out-of-your-comfort-zone
courage
dream
leadership
inspiration
inspirational-quotes
inspire
life-quotes
living
motivation
dreams
change
inspiring
motivational
life
inspirational
comfort-zone
achievement
leader
leaders
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Roy T. Bennett |
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All she wanted was to be a little girl, to be efficiently taken care of by some yielding yet superior power, stupider and steadier than herself. It seemed that the only lover she had ever wanted was a lover in a dream
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dream
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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Every single desire can lead to dream and every single dream has possibility to become reality.
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dream
life
inspirational
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Santosh Kalwar |
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Was this a betrayal, or was it an act of courage? Perhaps both. Neither one involves forethought: such things take place in an instant, in an eyeblink. This can only be because they have been rehearsed by us already, over and over, in silence and darkness; in such silence, such darkness, that we are ignorant of them ourselves. Blind but sure-footed, we step forward as if into a remembered dance.
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dream
free-will
decision
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Margaret Atwood |
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Sometimes parents don't find what they're looking for it their child, so they plant seeds for what they'd like to grow there instead. I've witnessed this with the former hockey player who takes his son out to skate before he can even walk. Or in the mother who gave up her ballet dreams when she married, but now scrapes her daughter's hair into a bun and watched from the wings of the stage. We are not, as you'd expect, orchestrating their lives; we are not even trying for a second chance. We are hoping that if this one thing takes root, it might take up enough light and space to keep something else from developing in our children: the disappointment we've already lived.
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dream
disappointment
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Jodi Picoult |
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The only dream worth having, I told her, is to dream that you will live while you're alive and die only when you're dead.
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dream
reality
living
death
life
existing
truths
carpe-diem
life-and-death
dead
dying
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Arundhati Roy |
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Delirium: You use that word so much. Responsibilities. Do you ever think about what that means? I mean, what does it mean to you? In your head? Dream: Well, I use it to refer that area of existence over which I exert a certain amount of control or influence. In my case, the realm and action of dreaming. Delirium: Hump. It's more than that. The things we do make echoes. S'pose, f'rinstance, you stop on a street corner and admire a brilliant fork of lightning--ZAP! Well for ages after people and things will stop on that very same corner, stare up at the sky. They wouldn't even know what they were looking for. Some of them might see a ghost bolt of lightning in the street. Some of them might even be killed by it. Our existence deforms the universe. THAT'S responsibility.
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responsibility
dream
the-dreaming
the-endless
the-kindly-ones
the-sandman
neil-gaiman
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Neil Gaiman |
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You have to believe in it to get it...
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opportunity
dream
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Nora Roberts |
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Will you let me go for Christ's sake? Will you take that phony dream and burn it before something happens?
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tragedy
loss
dream
identity
dreams
false-hope
facade
fake
play
sad
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Arthur Miller |
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We are the cats inside. We are the cats who cannot walk alone, and for us there is only one place.
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dream
psychology
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William S. Burroughs |
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When your mother is made out of your dreams, anything real is bound to disappoint you.
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dream
real
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Jodi Picoult |
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Murder is a dream because lack is the center of both.
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murder
dream
lack
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Kathy Acker |
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"Myths are public dreams, dreams are private myths.
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myth
dream
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Joseph Campbell |
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Climb the day, Drop your dreams, Possess the day.
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dream
morning
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Gail Carson Levine |
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You know Sven? The man who takes care of the gym?' he asked. He waited till he got a nod from Nicholson. 'Well, if Sven dreamed tonight that his dog died, he'd have a very, very bad night's sleep, because he's very fond of that dog. But when he woke up in the morning, everything would be all right. He'd know it was only a dream.' Nicholson nodded. 'What's the point exactly?' The point is if his dog really died, it would be exactly the same thing. Only he wouldn't know it. I mean he wouldn't wake up till he died himself.
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illusion
dream
teddy
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J.D. Salinger |
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"Is there a word for forgetting the name of someone when you want to introduce them to someone else at the same time you realize you've forgotten the name of the person you're introducing them to as well?" "No."
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dream
delirium
sandman
gaiman
postmodernism
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Neil Gaiman |
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I was having that dream again, the good one where we're all in heaven and never heard of Treegap.
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dream
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Natalie Babbitt |
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...It felt like they were telling each other secrets. Everything they said felt like that--whispered, tender, full of other meanings, like when you tell someone a dream or talk about your astrological signs as code for all the things you love about each other.
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true-love
dream
dreams
love
code
signs
astrology
real-love
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Francesca Lia Block |
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In a swamp, as in meditation, you begin to glimpse how elusive, how inherently insubstantial, how fleeting our thoughts are, our identities. There is magic in this moist world, in how the mind lets go, slips into sleepy water, circles and nuzzles the banks of palmetto and wild iris, how it seeps across dreams, smears them into the upright world, rots the wood of treasure chests, welcomes the body home.
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mind
magic
dream
circle
palmetto
meditation
self
iris
perception
water
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Barbara Hurd |
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"I asked her, dreamily, if we had met, and when she told me that we had not, I gave her a little finger wave, the type a leprechaun might offer a pixie who was floating by on a maple leaf. "Well, hi there," I whispered."
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dream
hello
pixie
propofol
leprechaun
drugs
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David Sedaris |
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Strange where our passions carry us, floggingly pursue us, forcing upon us unwanted dreams, unwelcome destinies.
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passion
dream
life
strange
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Truman Capote |
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"My life will be what I make it," he told her. "That is true for all of us all the time. We cannot know what the future will bring or how the events of the future will make us feel. We cannot even plan and feel any certainty that our most carefully contrived plans will be put into effect. Could I have predicted what happened to me in the Peninsula? Could you have predicted what happened to you in Cornwall? But those things happened to us nevertheless. And they changed our plans and our dreams so radically that we both might have been excused for giving up, for never planning or dreaming again, for never living again. That too is a choice we all have to make."
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dream
life
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Mary Balogh |
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It's one thing to have a goal, but it's quite another thing to actually accept the challenge, develop a strategy to press for the goal, make the sacrifices, pay the price to move forward, and blessing of blessing, to realize some part of it.
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women
dream
faith
sacrifice
god
heart
love
develop
goal
challenge
christian
strategy
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Elizabeth George |
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Lat at nigh have you experienced a vision of the person you might become, the work you could accomplish, the realized being you were mean to be? Are you a writer who doesn't write, a painter who doesn't pain, an entrepreneur who never starts a venture? Then you know what Resistance is.
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dream
dreams
meant-to-be
meaning-of-life
resistance
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Steven Pressfield |
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Sometimes we don't know we're dreaming; we can't even fathom that we're asleep.
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dream
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Jodi Picoult |
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Love is wanting to be with someone all the time.It is accepting the other person with all good qualities and bad and not wanting to change any of them. It is wanting to give affection and approval and comfort and everything that is oneself,demanding nothing in return. It is - love is very difficult, Julia. It is an ideal, rarely achieved in reality because we are all selfish and imperfect beings. It is a dream, a goal, something to be aimed for.
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love-quotes
dream
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Mary Balogh |
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In the daylight we know what's gone is gone, but at night it's different. Nothing gets finished, not dying, not mourning;
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mourning
grief
dream
dreams
nightmares
nightmare
dying
|
Margaret Atwood |
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"I love the smell of old books," Mandy sighed, inhaling deeply with the book pressed against her face. The yellow pages smelled of wood and paper mills and mothballs." --
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|
reading
dream
books
mothballs
paper-mill
smell-of-books
vintage
smell
old
surreal
nerd
wood
nostalgia
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Rebecca McNutt |
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"Then Deborah stood at the wicket gate, the boundary, and there was a woman with outstretched hand, demanding tickets. "Pass through," she said when Deborah reached her. "We saw you coming." The wicket gate became a turnstile. Deborah pushed against it and there was no resistance, she was through. "What is it?" she asked. "Am I really here at last? Is this the bottom of the pool?" "It could be," smiled the woman. "There are so many ways. You just happened to choose this one." Other people were pressing to come through. They had no faces, they were only shadows. Deborah stood aside to let them by, and in a moment they had gone, all phantoms. "Why only now, tonight?" asked Deborah. "Why not in the afternoon, when I came to the pool?" "It's a trick," said the woman. "You seize on the moment in time. We were here this afternoon. We're always here. Our life goes on around you, but nobody knows it. The trick's easier by night, that's all." "Am I dreaming, then?" asked Deborah. "No," said the woman, "this isn't a dream. And it isn't death, either. It's the secret world." The secret world... It was something Deborah had always known, and now the pattern was complete. The memory of it, and the relief, were so tremendous that something seemed to burst inside her heart. "Of course..." she said, "of course..." and everything that had ever been fell into place. There was no disharmony. The joy was indescribable, and the surge of feeling, like wings about her in the air, lifted her away from the turnstile and the woman, and she had all knowledge. That was it - the invasion of knowledge. ("The Pool")"
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time
dream
secret
death
imagination
fantasy
innocence
knowledge
night
creativity
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Daphne du Maurier |
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Think of the great poetry, the music and dance and ritual that spring forth from our aspiring to a life beyond death. Maybe these things are justification enough for our hopes and dreams, although I wouldn't say that to a dying man.
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dance
arts
hopes
poetry
dream
death
dreams
music
hope
life-after-death
posterity
ritual
dying
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Don DeLillo |
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Sometimes, without effort, you live in the moment. You don't regret the past or worry about the future, and in that moment everything flashes before your eyes , a clear snapshot of what has to be done, and everything pauses.
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photography
time
dream
future
past
imagination
life
snapshot
kodak-moment
pause
clear
clarity
worry
moment
regret
nostalgia
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Rebecca McNutt |
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She had said he had been driven away from her by a dream...
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dream
love
heart-burn
indigestion
breaking-up
bitter
breakups
breakup
heart-break
heartache
dreaming
sad
longing
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Joseph Conrad |
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We are but phantoms, and the phantoms of phantoms, desires like cloud-shadows and wills of straw that eddy in the wind; the days pass, use and wont carry us through as a train carries the shadow of its lights - so be it! But one thing is real and certain, one thing is no dream-stuff, but eternal and enduring. It is the centre of my life, and all other things about it are subordinate or altogether vain. I loved her, that woman of a dream. And she and I are dead together!
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dream
love
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H.G. Wells |
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dJack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack forgot to check if the ice was thick. Emma was still, Emma was late, Emma's brother is now part of the lake. Time has passed, Time has gone, Time brought Jack back wrong. He was solemn, He was brave, He left his coat on Emma's grave. Emma was sad, Emma was scared, But she knew inside that Jack really cared. Jack was lost, Jack had forgot, That he had a story before the plot. Jack had wondered, Jack had fought, Jack had remembered what he had forgot. I hope you dream. I hope you wonder. I hope you have fun because this is done. Keep believing everyone. Jack be fearless, Jack be bold, Jack drowned when he was 17 years old.
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dream
wonder
fantasy
fearless
teen
jack
dead
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William Joyce |
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I stood there, watching her. The whole world was a dream, I realized. Everyone was acting in a bad soap opera. The whole world was one big FOX TV show.
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dream
reality
fox-tv
real
fake
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Blake Nelson |
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Mandy loved the smell of a sunny day after a night of rain. The sun hit the orange puddles, the overgrown, soft, green grass on her lawn, and it beamed down through the orange steel mill smog, sending otherworldly, bizarre shadows across the concrete sidewalk.
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dream
science
smog
nuclear
rainbow
pollution
surreal
girl
storm
teenager
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Rebecca McNutt |
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Down through this verdant land Carter walked at evening, and saw twilight float up from the river to the marvelous golden spires of Thran. And just at the hour of dusk he came to the southern gate, and was stopped by a red-robed sentry till he had told three dreams beyond belief, and proved himself a dreamer worthy to walk up Thran's steep mysterious streets and linger in the bazaars where the wares of the ornate galleons were sold. Then into that incredible city he walked; through a wall so thick that the gate was a tunnel, and thereafter amidst curved and undulant ways winding deep and narrow between the heavenward towers. Lights shone through grated and balconied windows, and, the sound of lutes and pipes stole timid from inner courts where marble fountains bubbled. Carter knew his way, and edged down through darker streets to the river, where at an old sea tavern he found the captains and seamen he had known in myriad other dreams. There he bought his passage to Celephais on a great green galleon, and there he stopped for the night after speaking gravely to the venerable cat of that inn, who blinked dozing before an enormous hearth and dreamed of old wars and forgotten gods.
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dream
fantasy
lovecraft
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H.P. Lovecraft |
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"My father always used to tell one of his dreams, because it somehow seemed of a piece with what was to follow. He believed that it was a consequence of the thing's presence in the next room. My father dreamed of blood. It was the vividness of the dreams that was impressive, their minute detail and horrible reality. The blood came through the keyhole of a locked door which communicated with the next room. I suppose the two rooms had originally been designed en suite. It ran down the door panel with a viscous ripple, like the artificial one created in the conduit of Trumpingdon Street. But it was heavy, and smelled. The slow welling of it sopped the carpet and reached the bed. It was warm and sticky. My father woke up with the impression that it was all over his hands. He was rubbing his first two fingers together, trying to rid them of the greasy adhesion where the fingers joined." ("The Troll")"
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dream
keyhole
troll
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T.H. White |
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By the time she awoke she couldn't even remember if she had a dream or a nightmare. There had only been a deathlike peace.
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sleep
dream
death
dreams
amanda
awoke
building-122
deathlike
group-2
kings-park
kings-park-psychiatric-center
kings-park-state-hospital
kppc
kpsh
psych-ward
jason-medina
peace
hospital
nightmare
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Jason Medina |
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Poverty may be a privilege and even a way of life for the monk in the desert,for he has only himself to sustain and none but his god to please, but I consider poverty to be the mark of lack of ability or lack of ambition.I am not deficient in either of these qualities!
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poverty
dream
encouragement-and-attitude
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Og Mandino |
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The Doper's Dream Last night I dreamed I was plugged right in To a bubblin' hookah so high, When all of a sudden some Arab jinni Jump up just a-winkin' his eye. 'I'm here to obey all your wishes,' he told me. As for words I was trying to grope. 'Good buddy,' I cried, 'you could surely oblige me By turning me on to some dope!' With a bigfat smile he took ahold of my hand, And we flew down the sky in a flash, And the first thing I saw in the land where he took me Was a whole solid mountain of hash! All the trees was a-bloomin' with pink 'n' purple pills, Whur the Romilar River flowed by, To the magic mushrooms as wild as a rainbow, So pretty that I wanted to cry. All the girls come to greet us, so sweet in slow motion, Mourning glories woven into their hair, Bringin' great big handfuls of snowy cocaine, All their dope they were eager to share. We we dallied for days, just a-ballin' and smokin', In the flowering Panama Red, Just piggin' on peyote and nutmeg tea, And those brownies so kind to your head. Now I could've passed that good time forever, And I really was fixing to stay, But you know that jinni turned out, t'be a narco man, And he busted me right whur I lay. And he took me back to a cold, cold world 'N' now m'prison's whurever I be... And I dream of the days back in Doperland And I wonder, will I ever go free?
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Thomas Pynchon |
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Note for a moment do I take you for a truth that is real,' Ivan exclaimed in what even amounted to fury. 'You are a falsehood, you are my illness, you are a ghost. Only I do not know how to destroy you, and perceive that for a certain time I must suffer you. You are a hallucination I am having. You are the embodiment of myself, but only of one side of me ... of my thoughts and emotions, though only those that are most loathsome and stupid. In that regard you might even be of interest to me, if only I had time to throw away on you ...
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dream
delirium
hallucination
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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Beside himself with shame and despair, the utterly ruined though perfectly just Mr. Golyadkin dashed headlong away, wherever fate might lead him; but with every step he took, with every thud of his foot on the granite of the pavement, there leapt up as though out of the earth a Mr. Golyadkin precisely the same, perfectly alike, and of a revolting depravity of heart. And all these precisely similar Golyadkins set to running after one another as soon as they appeared, and stretched in a long chain like a file of geese, hobbling after the real Mr. Golyadkin, so there was nowhere to escape from these duplicates -- so that Mr. Golyadkin, who was in every way deserving of compassion, was breathless with terror; so that at last a terrible multitude of duplicates had sprung into being; so that the whole town was obstructed at last by duplicate Golyadkins, and the police officer, seeing such a breach of decorum, was obliged to seize all these duplicates by the collar and to put them into the watch-house, which happened to be beside him . . . Numb and chill with horror, our hero woke up, and numb and chill with horror felt that his waking state was hardly more cheerful . . . It was oppressive and harrowing . . . He was overcome by such anguish that it seemed as though some one were gnawing at his heart.
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dream
double
schizophrenia
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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Some individuals have the courage to make it, even feel the need to do so; for them the quest is a necessity, not an option. Most people setting out on such journeys are never heard from again, but part of the romance of any field lies in keeping the dream alive, in not settling for what is familiar and comfortable.
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dream
leadership
motivation
motivational
success
inspirational
journeys
journey
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Gino Segre |
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She(Joan of Arc) put her dreams and her sentiment into her aims, where they ought to be; she put her practicality into her practice. In modern Imperial wars, the case is reversed. Our dreams, our aims are always, we insist, quite practical. It is our practice that is dreamy.
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G.K. Chesterton |
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More than the sound of my own beating heart, I miss the sound of a ticking clock. Time passes, it must pass, but I have no more assurance of moving through time than I have that I am moving through space. In a way, I'm glad: this means perhaps 300 years and 364 days have passed, and tomorrow I will wake up. Sometimes after a cross-country meet or a long day at school, I'd fall into bed with all my clothes on and be out before I knew it. When I'd finally open my eyes, it would feel like I'd just shut them for a minute, but really, the whole rest of the day and half the night was gone. But. There were other times when I'd collapse onto my mattress, shut my eyes and dream, and it felt like I'd lived a whole lifetime in that dream, but when I woke up, it had only been a few minutes. What if only a year has gone by? What if we haven't even left yet? That is my greatest fear.
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time
dream
fear
beating-heart
clock
amy-martin
clocks
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Beth Revis |
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"Ella!" the voice yells, but I cannot tell where it is coming from. The sound wraps around me, spreading like spilt water and then evaporating into silence. "Where am I?" I whisper again. The darkness stretches out for eternity. I take a few steps forward, but the feeling is surreal--I cannot tell if I've actually moved or not, because everything is nothing. I feel something wet and warm slide down my cheek, and I touch the tear with my fingertips, swiping it away. Representative Belles is dead. I'm certain of that now. He's gone. I'm... I'm in the place where he was, and now he's gone, and now I'm stuck. I'm stuck in the nothingness of a dead body, and I don't know how to get out. My heart thuds against my chest, and I gasp for air. What if I can never get out? What if eternity is nothing more than me, alone, in the darkness? Trapped in someone else's death. I collapse, but it's not like I fall on the floor. There is no floor. There was the illusion of one, but as my body gives way, I realize that I'm floating. I stretch out, my fingers and toes aching to feel, but there's nothing, nothing at all, and I draw myself into myself, hugging my legs, my knees tucked under my chin. I'm alone. Maybe when Representative Belles died, I died too. Maybe this is it."
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dream
death
darkness
reverie
stuck
trapped
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Beth Revis |
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If you have a dream, you want to at least be able to try to achieve it in some way. Something that is seemingly beyond your grasp but that you know that with a bit of hard work you could possibly achieve.
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dream
hardwork
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cecelia ahern |
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Understand something people, we will be hated by many in the name of Christ, ridiculed, mocked, stoned, slaughtered. We will be fined, jailed and killed for our love for Christ. You are supposed to see better with your eyes today, how close this is happening, just prepare your heart and soul to be braver than Peter and not deny Christ in the moment your life might be in jeopardy for Him and what you believe. Apostle Pauls says to live is Christ to die is gain.
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money
words
time
pain
love-quotes
literature
marriage
mind
grief
feminism
loss
history
reading
prayer
nature
world
depression
people
women
freedom
dream
joy
future
politics
friends
leadership
quote
work
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life-quotes
living
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endtime
fiction-food-for-though
humanity-humour
intelligence-is-attractive
life-and-living-life-philosophy
magic-spirit
meditation-men
passion-peace
patience-johnson
pentecost
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society
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Patience Johnson |
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Houses built on bridges are scandals. A bridge wants to not be. If it could choose its shape, a bridge would be no shape, an unspace to link One-place-town to Another-place-town over a river or a road or a tangle of railway tracks or a quarry, or to attach an island to another island or to the continent from which it strains. The dream of a bridge is of a woman standing at one side of a gorge and stepping out as if her job is to die, but when her foot falls it meets the ground right on the other side. A bridge is just better than no bridge but its horizon is gaplessness, and the fact of itself should still shame it. But someone had built on this bridge, drawn attention to its matter and failure. An arrogance that thrilled me.
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bridges
bridge-dreams
bridging
continent
gaplessness
houses-on-bridges
railway-tracks
unspace
road
island
quarry
river
arrogance
shape
bridge
failure
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China Miéville |
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"Sighing, I scooted down in the booth and pulled away my hand. "You can't control everything. It's like you're a finished product and I'm a brand new idea. You're making all the decisions about who I can be and what I can do, but I can't make any decisions about who you are." "Well, for one thing, I'm not eighteen. For another, you have control over how I feel and that's still power. Finally, maybe you grew up with a boot on the back of your neck so you need all of this independence to feel like you've accomplished shit, but you need to get over that. I take care of the people I love. My money can make your life easier and that makes my life easier. I'm not molding you and I don't think you need molding anyway. The only difference between us is that I know I'm a finished product and you think you still need to change. You don't and working this weekend so you can buy new clothes you don't need won't make you better. It won't make you stronger or smarter. It'll wear you down and give you a false sense of accomplishment. In the long run, your grades will suffer and you'll hate your job and school and, God forbid, me." "I've dreamed of this life for a long time and I want it to be like my dream." "Dream bigger, baby." "You mean dream of you." "A dream with me in it, yes, but I know you want to be a teacher. I see on your face what that means to you. I'm not saying give up everything for me and be my bitch. I'm saying live your dream along with being my bitch." "Fuck you," I hissed, grinning. Cooper shared my smile. "I have to protect you. I have to feel like I'm doing right by you because my heart hurts when you aren't happy. The last day sucked worse than any time in my life. I just couldn't give two shits about anything because I'd lost you." "I don't know. I still feel like I should work this weekend." Cooper sighed for nearly a minute then shook his head. "Healthy relationships are about compromise. Don't work this weekend and go to the fair with me and I'll buy you new clothes. See, compromise?" "You get everything you want. How is that compromise?" "I'm buying you new clothes that I don't think you need," he said, grinning. "I'm wasting money on your delusion. You're welcome." Laughing, I finished my soda then stood up. "I'll think about it." "And say yes when I take you home later."
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Bijou Hunter |
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Lately, she'd been waking up early every day, too excited to sleep. She was working on the biggest project she'd ever dared to undertake- transforming her family home into a destination cooking school. The work was nearing completion, and if everything went according to schedule, she would welcome the first guests of the Bella Vista Cooking School at harvest time. The big rambling mission-style hacienda, with its working apple orchard and kitchen gardens, was the perfect venue for the project. The place had long been just too much for just her and her grandfather, and Isabel's dreams had always been too big for her budget. She was passionate about cooking and in love with the idea of creating a place for other dreamers to come and learn the culinary arts.
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cooking-school
project
isabel-johansen
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Susan Wiggs |
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Life could be very distracting, thought Isabel. And that was a good thing. It kept her from focusing on things that couldn't be changed, such as the fact that she'd never finished culinary school, or that she'd allowed one failed relationship to keep her closed up tight inside a hard, protective shell. Now she had a new project that consumed her every waking moment- the cooking school. It was true that she didn't have the official certification from a prestigious institute, but she had something that couldn't be taught- a God-given talent in the kitchen. She clung to that gift, grateful to let the passion consume her and fill her days with a joyous pursuit. She believed living and feeling well came from eating well, appreciating the simple things in life and spending time in the company of family and friends, and that was the mission of the Bella Vista Cooking School.
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dream
isabel-johansen
talent
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Susan Wiggs |
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I keep staring at the bag in Mrs. Parks's hand: yellows, greens, blues, whites, pastel colors so soft they look as if they have faded in the sea. The washed colors of the sea and sleep. Pajama colors. The colors of baby clothes. In my nose is the smell of my brothers' heads after they are born. Maybe this is why people making journeys buy saltwater taffy. It gives you the lovely dreamy sense that you can start all over again from the beginning.
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sleep
dream
pajama
saltwater-taffy
beginning
sea
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Polly Horvath |
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The problem was the liars. They said she could do anything she set her mind to, they told her she should shoot for the moon because if she missed she'd be among the stars, they made movies tricking her into thinking she could achieve heroic things.
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dreams
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