There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. books are well written or badly written. That is all.
I have too many fantasies to be a housewife. I guess I am a fantasy.
He is indeed the true enchanter, whose spell operates, not upon the senses, but upon the imagination and the heart.
Fantasies are more than substitutes for unpleasant reality; they are also dress rehearsals, plans. All acts performed in the world begin in the imagination.
But fantasy kills imagination, pornography is death to art.
One's real life is so often the life that one does not lead.
it's through the simple things in life, through its games, when our minds mature the most and we grow knowledgeable. It's also when the cloth masks of our outer, false personalities are torn asunder, and we are able to see every last blemish of a man's genuine character that they hide beneath... no matter how dark or obscene it may be.
I searched my mind for the right visualization. I knew it had to start with what I put in my head. That is where all my accomplishments are formed.
I like the sounds of words. Words are very enjoyable. I like words because they are... seductive. And I like words because they can contain... fantasies.
Recent studies have shown that approximately 40% of authors are manic depressive. The rest of us just drink.
It is frightfully difficult to know much about the fairies, and almost the only thing for certain is that there are fairies wherever there are children.
Wisdom is nothing more than confirmed imagination: just because one did not study for his exam does not mean that he should leave it blank.
Confidence is like a dragon where, for every head cut off, two more heads grow back.
Right now, we're living in an ugly chapter of our lives, but books always get better!
The heat intensified. My emotions were spinning out of control. The euphoria was maddening. Out of pure instinct, I pulled away and leaned against the wall, unable to find enough air to breathe. The more I pulled away, the strong the raw ache inside of me became, causing me more pain than the lack of oxygen in the room. Then I realized the source of my pain. It dawned on me with a shocking certainty. I hadn't wanted to pull away from Nathan. I needed him closer in order to feel safe. I needed his touch, his feel. I needed him now more than I ever had.
If someday you should ever think of me and miss me, know in your heart that I'd want you to find me once again. No matter how distant in time or space... FIND ME.
In every journey comes a moment... one like no other. And in that moment, you must decide between who you are... and who you want to be.
The unreality of the past weeks lifted like a fog, but its residue remained. All of the past is like that, but most especially the parts that are out of the ordinary.
But it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.
Do you think we can be friends? I asked.He stared up at the ceiling. Probably not, but we can pretend.
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