Lajwanti made the cardinal mistake of trying to cross the dividing line that separates the existence of the rich from that of the poor. She made the fatal error of dreaming beyond her means. The bigger the dream, the bigger the disappointment.
Vikas SwarupMots clés goals wealth dreams class-struggle disappointment poverty rich-and-poor
There goes the girl with the wings," they say. "The damned dreamer with her eyes shut to the world."
"There goes the misguided soul with her heart buried in the ground."
They taunt. They lie. They lie. THEY LIE.
I don't pretend to understand life. THEY LIE.
Mots clés life love lies dreams relationships dream prejudice judgement cruelty ridicule dreamer understanding-life cruelty-of-the-world
She hadn't realized how much she'd needed a dream, but it had transformed her, changed her from poor motherless and abandoned Tully to a girl poised to take on the world. The goal made her life story unimportant, gave her something to reach for, to hang on to
Kristin HannahMany years ago, plunging was discovered when the moon was in two halves- it's all about dreams, you see
William O'BrienMots clés dreams moon fantasy magic witch mystical wizard fairytale
I love dipping into dreams and sinuously sinking into sleep. It's the freest place to be. The possibilities are limitless and my imagination becomes a weightless wonder.
Jaeda DeWaltMots clés imagination inspirational sleep dreams dreaming wonder
Whatever its future success as a historical movement, anarchism will remain a fundamental part of human experience, for the drive for freedom is one of our deepest needs and the vision of a free society is one of our oldest dreams. Neither can ever be fully repressed; both will outlive all rulers and their States.
Peter H. MarshallMots clés freedom society dreams anarchism philosphy human-experience
The kind of soil in your area determines the type of crop you will plant to harvest; The kind of potentials in you will decide the type of success you will celebrate.
Israelmore AyivorMots clés plant reap seed seeds purpose planning plans dreams dreaming joy happy decision food-for-thought potential land celebrate celebration rejoice farm plan pursuit soil dreamland enjoy decide harvest dream-big big-dreams celebrated potentials israelmore-ayivor pursuits potent purposes crops discover-yourself hidden-identity land-of-dreams seeds-of-greatness theater-of-dreams theatre-of-dreams type-of-soil what-is-in-you
Submitted for your approval--the curious case of Colleen O’Brien and the
gorgeous time traveling Scot who landed in her living room.” – Rod Serling
Mots clés love writing romance dreams sex relationships irish magic ireland mystery scotland memories erotic paranormal witchcraft contemporary celtic tarot florida book-reviews rogue blogging lyrical-press past-life goodreads gaelic cups rt-book-reviews shannon-macleod trs-featured-author astral-sex blog-tour celtic-hearts romance-reviews romance-writers-of-america
His deep voice drifted to her through the crowd of women. “…my lady when she returns. Och, there ye are, Blossom,” Faolán grinned, standing up and taking her hand so she could ease back into the restaurant booth. “These lasses were just asking if I was a stripper. I told them I doona think so,” he said, his face clouded with uncertainty. “I’m not, am I?”
The inquisitive lasses in question flushed scarlet and scattered to the four corners of the room at the murderous look on Colleen’s face. “No, you’re not, but I guess I can see how they’d think that,” she muttered darkly. “What you are is a freaking estrogen magnet.
Mots clés love writing romance dreams sex relationships irish magic ireland mystery scotland memories erotic paranormal witchcraft contemporary celtic tarot florida book-reviews rogue blogging lyrical-press past-life goodreads gaelic cups rt-book-reviews shannon-macleod trs-featured-author astral-sex blog-tour celtic-hearts romance-reviews romance-writers-of-america rwa
Refusing to lean back against him, Colleen sat ramrod straight until they reached the road. “I guess I should say thank you for saving my life,” she muttered then turned and slapped Faolán hard across the face. “And that’s for you having to save it in the first place. And I’m not your woman, you big, arrogant, lying, betraying…faery loving…” She searched for the perfect insult and couldn’t find one, “…Scot.” She gave a very unladylike snort. “Happy now? That fiery enough for you?
Shannon MacLeodMots clés love writing romance dreams sex relationships irish magic ireland mystery scotland memories erotic paranormal witchcraft contemporary celtic tarot florida book-reviews rogue blogging lyrical-press past-life goodreads gaelic cups rt-book-reviews shannon-macleod trs-featured-author astral-sex blog-tour celtic-hearts romance-reviews romance-writers-of-america rwa
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