But I was done trying to wake her up, to make her see. To save her. The only person I could save was myself.
I think the world is often like that.” “Like what?” “Comic, but only at the right distance.
...once you express your will, the Universe will conspire with each and every atom to help you reach your destiny.
Life is a dream from which we all must wake before we can dream again.
It only wakes up the burning desire I always feel whenever I'm close to this man and the shadows of my fears back away. — Skye
But Noodynaady's actual ingrate tootle is of come into the garner mauve and thy nice are stores of morning and buy me a bunch of iodines.
Here's lumbos. Where misties swaddlum, where misches lodge none, where mystries pour kind on, O sleepy! So be yet!
She wakes in a puddle of sunlight. Her hands asleep beside her. Her hair draped on the lawn like a mantle of cloth.
I am Classic Rock Revisited. I revisit it every waking moment of my life because it has the spirit and the attitude and the fire and the middle finger. I am Rosa Parks with a Gibson guitar.
In order to dance professionally, you have to start at a young age. No matter what, your muscle structure and your bones have to be groomed from a very young age. Nobody wakes up at 17 and decides to become a ballet dancer.
We are more than the person who wakes each day. We are the dreams of the previous night and the nightmares of the week before.
A dream you once were, A dream of all my realities, A dream I can no long strive for In the wake of my manly betayals
The rare opportunity to exist, no matter how brief, is worth the pain left in the wake of its disappearance.
We dream, we wake on a cold hillside, we pursue the dream again. In the beginning was the dream, and the work of disenchantment never ends.
I do know that I don't want to wake him. We were up very late last night.
Sulphurous wind gusted in his wake; the dust of the street swirled and the folds of his black coat flapped against his thin body.
This was no regular dream; this was a waking dream. Who was I? It had to have happened in my lifetime. I could feel it in my soul.
God creates us free, free to be selfish, but He adds a mechanism that will penetrate our selfishness and wake us up to the presence of others in this world, and that mechanism is called suffering.
I can forgive almost any crime if a great story is left in its wake.
Consciousness is the chronic pain of life, and all higher organisms suffer it every waking moment.
It would be too easy to become infatuated with a man like him, and also decidedly unwise considering the female debris left in his wake.
