#dream

All those days had been removed, simply and precisely, whole weeks brimming with cloudless blue skies neatly severed and discarded. We needed Beth's name shouted not whispered. ↗

— Karen Foxlee

#dreams

What are you doing?” Len asked. “It will sound stupid if I tell you,” Jim said. “No it won’t. Tell me.” “I made a wish.” “What did you wish for?” Jim looked into his eyes, “That we will always be as happy as we are, right now, at this very moment in time. ↗

— Ryan Field

#happily-ever-after #m-m-romance #dreams

I never dreamed that shooting a film would be so hard. There was less regulation then of child actors' hours. Even the concept of acting confused me. ↗

— Tatum O'Neal

#child #child actors #concept #confused #dreamed

Some times our thoughts and dreams are more real than the rest of our experience and at other momentsthat which happens to us overshadows anything we might imagine. ↗

— Keith Donohue

#dreams

In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living. They took place in solitude. But with action came anxiety, and the sense of insuperable effort made to match the dream, and with it came weariness, discouragement, and the flight into solitude again. And then in solitude, in the opium den of remembrance, the possibility of pleasure again. What was she seeking to salvage from the daily current of living, what sudden revulsions drove her back into the solitary cell of the dream? ↗

— Anaïs Nin

#solitude #dreams

A while later, I lingered in the hinterlands of sleep. Sometimes I think there is more rest in that place between wakefulness and sleep than there is in true sleep. The mind walks in the twilight of both states, and finds the truths that are hidden alike by daylight and dreams. Things we are not ready to know abide in that place, awaiting that unguarded frame of mind. ↗

— Robin Hobb

#sleep #dreams

In the deepest, darkest depths of her heart where she kept all her dreams locked up in a pink journal decorated with ponies and unicorns, she’d fantasized about declaring her love for Sasha Karimi for two years. In those scenarios, he generally fell to his knees in thrilled delight before he reciprocated the feelings and then they got married and had lots of babies and maybe a pet iguana and lived happily ever after. ↗

— Alisha Rai

#humor #romance #dreams

Bahwa kamu akan mengejarnya sampai dapat, apapun itu segala keinginan, mimpi, cita-cita, keyakinan diri.. Cuma kaki yg akan berjalan lebìh jauh dari biasanya, tangan yg akan berbuat lebih banyak dari biasanya, mata yg akan menatap lebih lama da...ri biasanya, leher yg akan lebih sering melihat ke atas.. Puncak mahameru.. ↗

— Donni Dhirgantara

#inspire #dreams

I've had this reoccurring dream for the last ten to fifteen years. ↗

— Tommy Tune

#fifteen #had #i #last #teen years

Had Mary Shelley fretted so? Maybe yes, maybe no. She’d begun her classic work on a dare. Had culled a dream to bring it into being. But it was not lost on Laura that the story might be a prolonged exercise in Shelley’s personal terrors. The subtitle of the work was 'Prometheus Unbound,' and Laura wondered if Shelley herself was not Prometheus in the form of the wandering monster, who desperately sought love and acceptance but was ultimately driven to face an icy landscape that seemed almost fantastical—the way our own subconscious could be, white and frozen-slippery. ↗

— L.L. Barkat

#mary-shelley #writers #writing #dreams