Srishti

“I love to watch the fine mist of the night come on,
The windows and the stars illumined, one by one,
The rivers of dark smoke pour upward lazily,
And the moon rise and turn them silver. I shall see
The springs, the summers, and the autumns slowly pass;
And when old Winter puts his blank face to the glass,
I shall close all my shutters, pull the curtains tight,
And build me stately palaces by candlelight.”
― Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal

“The dream chooses the dreamer, not the other way around”
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

“Like nightmares, dreams were insidious things, and didn't like being locked away.”
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

“She had inherited a story that was strewn with corpses and clotted with enmity, and was only trying to stay alive in it.”
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer