#dre

For thousands of years, you human beings have been throwing in everything as you come across--hopes, dreams, wishes that never came true. Irresponsible waste management if you ask me. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#dreams

Okay, we didn’t work, and all memories to tell you the truth aren’t good. But sometimes there were good times. Love was good. I loved your crooked sleep beside me and never dreamed afraid. . There should be stars for great wars like ours. ~Sandra Cisneros ↗

— Junot Díaz

#dreams

Your mind can be either your prison or your palace. What you make it is yours to decide ↗

— Bernard Kelvin Clive

#mind #thought-provoking #dreams

When you were a wandering desire in the mist, I too was there, a wandering desire. Then we sought one another, and out of our eagerness dreams were born. And dreams were time limitless, and dreams were space without measure. ↗

— Kahlil Gibran

#dreams #love #dreams

Good night, Westley. Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning. ↗

— William Goldman

#dread #pirate #princess #roberts #westley

Everybody’s youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#dream #madness #youth #dreams

We have seen the best minds of our generation destroyed by boredom at poetry readings. ↗

— Lawrence Ferlinghetti

#paraphrased #poetry #dreams

He turned his dark eyes on the girl whom he had dreamed of so often over the previous months. Beside him, at that very moment of existence, at the heart of torrential downpour, she was exquisitely real, and she, too, seemed content to go on sitting there forever. ↗

— Anna Godbersen

#dreams #love #dreams

I give you a week, maybe two, before you're driven to bite someone." "I don't know how to... to bite or drink! But you could teach me." "And what could you possibly do in return?" Lothaire waved a negligent hand. "Play football for me? Break in my jeans really well? ↗

— Kresley Cole

#berserker #declan-chase #dreams-of-a-dark-warrior #immortals-after-dark #kresley-cole

Finishing a book is bittersweet. You spend days getting to know the characters. Learning their nuances, their faults, their loves, their lives. They become your friends, acquaintances, enemies. And after the story ends, you miss them. You look for them in your own life, wonder where they’ve gone, you forget that they aren’t real. You fall in love with the hero and dream of him at night. The strange girl becomes your best friend. Their heartaches become your heartaches. You laugh when they laugh. And cry when they die. Eventually you realise they aren’t a part of your world, you were just briefly visiting theirs. ↗

— Whimsical Enlightenment

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