#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

While he lives, he must think; while he thinks, he must dream. ↗

— Isaac Asimov

#dreams

The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse. ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#dreams #fantasy #imagination #life #dreams

He- that's Simon Bolivar - 'was shaken by the overwhelming revelation that the headlong race between his misfortunes and his dreams was at that moment reaching the finish line. The rest was darkness. Damn it,' he sighed. 'How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!'' So what's the labyrinth?' I asked her... That's the mystery, isn't it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape- the world or the end of it? ↗

— John Green

#dreams