#dreams

I would have written you, myself, if I could put down in words everything I want to say to you. A sea of ink would not be enough.' 'But you built me dreams instead. ↗

— Erin Morgenstern

#the-night-circus #dreams

Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, which has turned my life into one long night, seven times cursed and seven times sealed....Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to dust. Never shall I forget these things, even if I am condemned to live as long as God Himself. Never. ↗

— Elie Wiesel

#dreams

I knew I loved you before I met you I think I dreamed you into life I knew I loved you before I met you I have been waiting all my life ↗

— Savage Garden

#devotion #love #dreams

Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. That pain is like an axe that chops at my heart. ↗

— Yann Martel

#martel #pi #yann #dreams

Anything less than mad, passionate, extraordinary love is a waste of time. There are too many mediocre things in life to deal with and love shouldn't be one of them. ↗

— Tiffanie DeBartolo

#dreams

As a child I felt myself to be alone, and I am still, because I know things and must hint at things which others apparently know nothing of, and for the most part do not want to know. ↗

— C.G. Jung

#psychology #dreams

Do not lose hope — what you seek will be found. Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped to help you in their turn. Trust dreams. Trust your heart, and trust your story. (from 'Instructions') ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#life #story #trust #dreams

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. ↗

— Daphne du Maurier

#first-sentence #dreams

.. a friend is someone who inspires, who challenges, who sends you in search of some truer sense of yourself.. ↗

— Steve Lopez

#dreams

My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me. I attend to everything, dreaming all the while. […]. I'm two, and both keep their distance — Siamese twins that aren't attached. ↗

— Fernando Pessoa

#soul #dreams