#daydream

I had a small-town life - I worked at the local McDonald's for three years. I'm not sure why they kept me: I am something of a daydreamer and a dawdler, so they would only let me be the 'friendly voice' that greeted you when you entered the restaurant. ↗

— Rachel McAdams

#daydreamer #entered #friendly #greeted #had

I'm a daydreamer. ↗

— Sara Paretsky

#i

She didn't say it, I only thought she said it. So really it was my thought, my words, and not hers. How could I confuse "I love you" with "May I take your order? ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#cashier #confusion #daydreaming #delusional #fantasy

I was trying to daydream, but my mind kept wandering. ↗

— Steven Wright

#i #kept #mind #trying #wandering

Television is simply automated daydreaming. ↗

— Lee Loevinger

#daydreaming #simply #television

You can spend your time daydreaming or make use of it in other ways. ↗

— Erik Qualman

#make #other #our time #spend #time

Maybe in a few months I can start to daydream if we are still top of the league. That is the main one for us. ↗

— John Terry

#few #i #i can #league #main

Do you know what I think Mayflowers are, Marilla? I think they must be the souls of the flowers that died last summer, and this is their heaven. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#imagination #imagination

You get ideas from daydreaming. You get ideas from being bored. You get ideas all the time. The only difference between writers and other people is we notice when we're doing it. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#between #bored #daydreaming #difference #doing

He raised a hand in response and tossed the ear of corn into the wagon. Then he returned to his fantasy, imagining himself running the livery instead of working there, making the decisions, placing orders, selecting new horses, agreeing to board others, and hiring a boy to muck out the stalls and pitch hay. In his daydream, he no longer lived in the back room. He came home at night to a small house he’d bought with his earnings. Inside, a woman waited for him. A wife. In his fantasy her hair was as golden as the ear of corn he tossed into the wagon and her eyes as blue as the cloudless sky overhead. Catherine smiled at him and he could hear as well as see her say his name. “Jim! Welcome home. ↗

— Bonnie Dee

#home