8 июля 2020 в 13:34:34

the beginning is the end/the end is the beginning

Brianna Kennedy

_{All men dream: but not equally.}

_{Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity:}

_{but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.}

_{- T.E. Lawrence}

#preface

5 марта 2023 в 16:03:45

Freedom is running wild through untamed land

I knew that war. That war between what you should become, and what you could become.

Freedom. To most, it is an idea. An abstract thought that pertains to control. That’s not freedom. That’s independence. Freedom is riding wild over untamed land with no notion any moment exists beyond the one you are living.

But the plains are not for home building. Not enough resources. No shelter. The plains are for vagabonds, wanderers, and cowboys. Their home is a saddle. The sky is their roof. The ground is their bed. What’s lacked in material comfort is regained in the knowledge that they are always home. To them, the journey is the destination.

“Should they find gold at the end of the rainbow, they would leave it there and seek another; choosing freedom over the burden of the pot. I haven’t thought once of Oregon. No dreams of the ocean or snow-covered mountains. I only dream of the journey. That is all. No gold for me. Just the rainbow.”

Death. Every person on this planet will endure this pain, until they are the cause of it for another. Someday I’ll die and shatter hearts, too. But that is not today. Today I am living. And I am a shadow.

There is a moment where your dreams and your memories merge together and form a perfect world. That is heaven. And each heaven is unique. It is the world of you. The land is filled with all you hold dear. And the sky is your imagination.

_{(c) 1883}

#quotes

21 марта 2021 в 12:59:17

a vast metropolis outraged by the power of one man

_{But like the Weird Sisters, they would have lied, for in the glory was also the ashes of Dead Sea fruit — an understanding that could neither be inflamed by desire nor satisfied by luxury; a heart that was long since wearied by experience;}

_{a soul that was as bereft of illusion as a windless moon.}

_{And to Aileen, as to Macduff, they might have spoken a more pathetic promise, one that concerned hope and failure. To have and not to have!}

_{All the seeming, and yet the sorrow of not having! Brilliant society that shone in a mirage, yet locked its doors;}

_{love that eluded as a will-o’-the-wisp and died in the dark.}

_{Hail to you, Frank Cowperwood, master and no master,}

Prince of a world of dreams whose reality was disillusion!

_{— The Financier, by Theodore Dreiser}

#quotes #books