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“Oh honey, someday a real man is going to make you see stars and you won't even be looking at the sky."

Excerpt from Grace Willow's Last Minute Bride”
― Grace Willows

“It's stupid because I don't even know her, but sometimes you see someone and there's just this flicker. Like a light bulb that glows around the person, making them shine brighter than all the others. It's not that they're more attractive or smarter or funnier than anyone else. It's just they have a combination of all the things that speak directly to you.”
― Jaye Robin Brown, Georgia Peaches and Other Forbidden Fruit

“Sometimes, I live an entire life in a daydream.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year

“You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees

Excerpt from To Kiss a King by Grace Willows
Coming this summer to Amazon Kindle and paperback.”
― Grace Willows, To Kiss a King

“She dreamed of autumn. Of chilly autumn winds and soft fall rains. She could even feel the cool moisture as the rain drops touched her face and ran down her cheeks. Her denim skirt and work boots felt heavy as the rain in her dreams splashed cold water against them”
― Grace Willows

“We daydream to heal, to hope, to be happier. It is mental and emotional therapy. Daydreams are experiences both imagined and felt, which makes them very real to the mind and the heart. So relax. Smile. Daydream.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year

“Men are mere mortals but their quest for knowledge leads them to the brink of immortality.â€�

Excerpt from novel You Can't Escape Love by Grace Willows”
― Grace Willows

“Every Daydream-hope starts with little incentives !”
― Nikhil Karke

“Nights were so real that days began to seem dreamlike to him.”
― Orson Scott Card, Ender’s Game

“Someone tried to kill me, and I’m going swimming. I’m going swimming, because it doesn’t matter. I’m going swimming, because I don’t matter. I’m going swimming, because that’s what Claires do. We swim and we daydream and we read and we wait for someone to care, and they never, ever, ever do.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, Nobody

“I can't say what I was looking for exactly, though I was ever hopeful that he might come out and profess his love, save me, run away with me, solve all my problems.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, Eileen

“Whenever He answers prayers, God usually prioritizes those by people who, instead of their mouths, have prayed with their hands and/or feet.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Believe in Yourself

Why must we see something to believe in its existence?The wind itself cannot be seen by man, but all have felt it's gentle touch and watched the mighty trees bow as it swept past.

We cannot see love yet its nurturing warmth is the essence of our being and sorrow can touch our very soul.

For remorse is like a ripple on the ocean, once given it remains only in the heart of the receiver.

Yet all of these cannot be seen only felt. Why then do you doubt your self-worth? For though it cannot cast a reflection in the mirror you have only to look in the eyes of those you love to
See it clearly.
Prologue To Kiss a King

To Kiss a King Copyright © 2017 by Julie Brookshier and Robin Woods

All rights reserved. Except for use in a review, the reproduction or use of this work in whole or in part in any form is forbidden without written permission of one or more of the authors.

This is a fictional work. Names, characters, places, and events are merely the product of the authors' imaginations or used fictitiously, purely for entertainment purposes. Any resemblance to actual persons, living, dead, or undead or any business establishments, events or places past, present, or future, is entirely coincidental.”
― Grace Willows , To Kiss a King

“People are often daydreamers which is why when you see something strange on your way, you must thank to it because it liberates you from the world of dreams by waking you up! Welcome to the world of reality, welcome to this very moment we are in!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“A person experiments in life and reflects upon those events in order to discover how to lead a meaningful life. We conduct a quest searching for the source our essential being. What we seek is inside us waiting for us to discover. Until we realize the vital inner source that provides direction for our life, all our efforts are in vain. The ego with its craving and fearful protection strategies is what prevents us from perceiving the transparency of the world in which we belong. When we cease clinging to the past and no longer daydream of the future and unreservedly accept whatever is occurring while sacrificing ourselves in service of other people our sense of self vanishes and we exist only as conscious and nonjudgmental witnesses of reality.”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“Sometimes you have to create your own sunshine.”
― Sam Sundquist

“I had everything that I needed, but every morning when I woke up, it just seemed easier to stay in bed and daydream rather than to live my dream.”
― Hannah Hart, Buffering: Unshared Tales of a Life Fully Loaded

“My bones always crack. Sometimes, I like to imagine that one day, my back will split open, and beautiful wings will emerge.”
― Khloe Beutler, Speaking Up for Each Other: A Collection of Short Stories for Tweens and Middle Grade Readers

“And we’d all live happily ever after...

"Okay, that was a nice daydream, but maybe it’s time to come back to reality.”
― Sarah K.L. Wilson, The Ruby Isles

“There is no better place to indulge in endless daydreams than sitting by a campfire!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“When our purpose is to seek God and to discover His will for us, daydreaming is right and acceptable. But when our inclination is to spend time daydreaming over what we have already been told to do, it is unacceptable and God's blessing is never on it.”
― Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest

“Day made quick work of drying his body, brushed his teeth, and walked back into the bedroom. God was already in bed, his large form taking up the entire right side of the California king-size mattress. The starch white sheet was draped loosely over his lower half. Day walked over and grabbed the two bottles of water and set them on his nightstand just in case he needed it. He climbed onto the tall bed and was grabbed by strong hands and settled on top of his naked lover.

“Cash,� Day moaned.

“Shhh. Just need to hold you,� God said quietly as he rested his chin on top of Day’s wet hair and squeezed him hard against him, protecting him as if someone might come in the middle of the night and try to snatch him away.

Day rose and fell slightly with God’s steady breaths. It was only nine thirty but it wasn’t long before Day’s exhaustion had him drifting off to sleep.”
― A. E. Via

“Can Vampires die from a DAY dream?

Maybe just wake up hot and bothered!!”
― Neil Leckman, Wurms

“Not a hundred feet away the river roared over a cliff's-edge, and were weren't really leaves, even if I'd been careful to forget that.”
― Naomi Novik, Uprooted

“Not a hundred feet away the river roared over a cliff's-edge, and we weren't really leaves, even if I'd been careful to forget that.”
― Naomi Novik, Uprooted

“In daydreaming, you don't have to create plans or know how to get where you're going. Your mind will see this as reality and new responses will follow.
So daydream. Daydream with your heart, soul, emotions, imagination, and courage.”
― Jeanne McElvaney, Ignite Changes Using Energy: A Guide for Letting Go of Old Thinking

“(Kiss) It's not a sin; It’s nature’s ceremony of love’s expression.”
― Jazalyn, Loving with the Senses

“Jeremy Jeppers hated doing everything. That is, almost everything. He loved to dream about great adventures fighting house-sized dragons, navigating the darkest forests, and flying into thunderstorms with his jet. No matter how harrowing the challenge, Jeremy was always the hero.”
― Anthony Trendl, The Boy Who Hated Doing Everything

“A Churchyard In Summertime by Stewart Stafford

O, to stand in a quiet country churchyard,
The graveyard bending in summer zephyrs,
Chlorophyll light beneath swaying poplars,
Rook song in twilight's nocturne.

Oblivious hues spread upon canvas,
Beside the somnambulant swanning river,
Miasmas of midges at the water's edge,
In the crosshairs of a painter's thumb.

Then the sun rolls away over the horizon,
A veil draws across the long day's play,
A churn supper collection of basket and easel,
Recollections in the slumbering night.

© Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Then she returned to her little bedroom, which had been the site of so many wild imaginings of all the places she would go, and all the people she would meet, and what the whole incredible arc of her life would look like once her biographer finally sat down to try and do it justice.”
― Anna Godbersen, Splendor