Discarded Quote by L.P. Hartley Download Open image “My dream had become my reality: my old life was a discarded husk.” — L.P. Hartley ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.3 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare Discarded Dream Dreams Inspirational Life Old life Reality
I felt myself no longer a husk but a body with some of the body's sweet juices stirring again. I had my first dream… — William Styron Copy Share Image
I used to dream about turning back time, about reclaiming the things I'd lost and the person I used to be. — Alexandra Bracken Copy Share Image
“What is it when your former life becomes your dreams? The things you took for granted are now in that mystical realm where you… — Nicole Adelle Flamer Copy Share Image
Shattered dreams, worthless years, here I am encased in a hollow shell. Life began, then was done, now I stare into a cold and… — Stevie Wonder Copy Share Image
Somewhere in my Past was a Nightmare and something in the Future is my Dream but, I Live in the Reality of Today... — Cherry Diaz Copy Share Image
It's kind of hard to put in words, but it's been a tremendous change, coming from where I came from to living my dream… — Brandin Cooks Copy Share Image
The realities of the world affected me as visions, and as visions only, while the wild ideas of the land of dreams became, in… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“But I was not so much interested in facts themselves as in the importance they had for my imagination. I was passionately interested in… — L.P. Hartley Copy Share Image
“I had never met a lord before, nor had I ever expected to meet one. It didn't matter what he looked like: he was… — L.P. Hartley Copy Share Image
“How terrifyingly efficient she sounds," said Stephen. "I think I should faint in her presence.” — L.P. Hartley Copy Share Image
You insisted on thinking of them as angels, even if they were fallen angels. — L.P. Hartley Copy Share Image
“...for the first time I couldn't feel really interested in my mother's letter. The small concerns of home, instead of coming close to me and enveloping me as I read about them, remained small and far away; they were like magic lantern slides without a lantern to bring them back to life. I didn't belong there, I felt; my place… — L.P. Hartley Copy Share
“I should not have cared to see it as an act of self-sacrifice even if it had been one; for there is nothing clever… — L.P. Hartley Copy Share Image
“Not Adam and Eve, after eating the apple, could have been more upset than I was.” — L.P. Hartley Copy Share Image
“Even the most impassioned devotee of the ghost story would admit that the taste for it is slightly abnormal, a survival, perhaps, from adolescence,… — L.P. Hartley Copy Share Image
“If my twelve-year-old self, of whom I had grown rather fond, thinking about him, were to reproach me: 'Why have you grown up such… — L.P. Hartley Copy Share Image
Grown-ups didn't seem to realize that for me, as for most other schoolboys, it was easier to keep silent than to speak. I was… — L.P. Hartley Copy Share Image
It's better to write about things you feel than about things you know about. — L.P. Hartley Copy Share Image
“To my mind's eye, my buried memories of Brandham Hall are like effects of chiaroscuro, patches of light and dark: it is only with… — L.P. Hartley Copy Share Image
A poor choice of words conveyed to some the impression that I embrace the discarded policies of the past. Nothing could be further from… — Trent Lott Copy Share Image
Once a new paradigm takes hold, its acceptance is extraordinarily rapid and one finds few who claim to have adhered to a discarded method. — Bernard Lown Copy Share Image
While we women dilly-dally, making decisions, leaving jobs half done, forgetting where we've put the house keys while we water the Hoover and leave… — Mariella Frostrup Copy Share Image
I do triage on everything that comes through the door, and if it's not something we need (now, for real-not maybe someday) or something that deserves to be saved for posterity, it's discarded. I stop before I let myself drop something into a drawer or set it down on the piano. 'Where does it belong?' I think. If I don't… — Michelle Herman Copy Share
We are not to look upon our sins as insignificant trifles. On the other hand, we are not to regard them as so terrible that we must despair. Learn to believe that Christ was given, not for picayune and imaginary transgressions, but for mountainous sins; not for one or two, but for all; not for sins that can be discarded,… — Martin Luther Copy Share
I toyed with making portraits based on people's discarded shopping lists found on the street, or old diaries bought on eBay, or other forms… — Sophie Blackall Copy Share Image
Capital punishment...treats members of the human race...as objects to be toyed with and discarded. — William J. Brennan Copy Share Image
As we're leaving the King's Arms Hotel after Sunday lunch, I watch a beautiful white dove walking down the wet road. A car approaches and the bird accidentally turns into the wheel rather than away from it. A gentle crunch. The car passes. A shape like a discarded napkin left in the road. Still perfectly white, no red stains, but… — Antony Sher Copy Share
Finally, a Jeet Kune Do man who says Jeet Kune Do is exclusively Jeet Kune Do is simply not with it. He is still hung up on his self-closing resistance, in this case anchored down to reactionary pattern, and naturally is still bound by another modified pattern and can move within its limits. He has not digested the simple fact… — Bruce Lee Copy Share
Elegance is achieved when all that is superfluous has been discarded and the human being discovers simplicity and concentration: the simpler and more sober… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
It's how creativity works. Especially in humans. For every good idea, ten thousand idiotic ones must first be posed, sifted, tried out, and discarded.… — David Brin Copy Share Image
...I had grown up in a world that was dominated by immature age. Not by vigorous immaturity, but by immaturity that was old and tired and prudent, that loved ritual and rubric, and was utterly wanting in curiosity about the new and the strange. Its era has passed away, and the world it made has crumbled around us. Its finest… — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share
