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You cannot fully read a book without being alone. But through this very solitude you become intimately involved with people whom you might never have met otherwise, either because they have been dead for centuries or because they spoke languages you cannot understand. And nonetheless, they have become your closest friend, your wisest advisors, the wizards that hypnotize you, the lovers you have always dreamed of. ↗

— Antonio Muñoz Molinas

#dreams

When you graduate from college, they tell you to follow your dreams. Does anyone say you have to wake up first? ↗

— Bill Cosby

#humor #dreams

I am you, Umasi, and I am weak." the shadow spun around and began walking away. "In the end, either you will conquer me…or I will conquer you. ↗

— Isamu Fukui

#dream #inner #shadow #umasi #dreams

There was nothing the matter out there. It was in here, with me. I decided I'd better go to work, maybe that would exorcise me. I fled from the room almost as though it were haunted. It was too late to stop off at a breakfast counter now. I didn't want any, anyway. My stomach kept giving little quivers. In the end I didn't go to work, either. I couldn't, I wouldn't have been any good. I telephoned in that I was too ill to come, and it was no idle excuse, even though I was upright on my two legs. I roamed around the rest of the day in the sunshine. Wherever the sunshine was the brightest, I sought and stayed in that place, and when it moved on I moved with it. I couldn't get it bright enough or strong enough. I avoided the shade, I edged away from it, even the slight shade of an awning or of a tree. And yet the sunshine didn't warm me. Where others mopped their brows and moved out of it, I stayed - and remained cold inside. And the shade was winning the battle as the hours lengthened. It outlasted the sun. The sun weakened and died; the shade deepened and spread. Night was coming on, the time of dreams, the enemy. ("Nightmare") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#darkness #nighmare #night #shadow #shadows

Dreams: a door through which the dead return. ↗

— Marty Rubin

#the-dead #dreams

We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature. ↗

— Abraham Lincoln

#inaugural-address #us-presidents #nature

In one blow, that dream died as they dragged me—him—away. A tear slid down my cheek. I wasn't the only one mourning the loss of a dream. "I'm sorry." 'You're not alone, I just wanted you to know that. And someday, when I have my powers back and am free, I'm going to do some serious damage to the people who've hurt you. ↗

— Kimberly Kinrade

#love #paranormal #romance #science-fiction #young-adult

I do eat well. I try to love my body. That is what I tell my daughter. I say, 'Love every bite of food. Love your body. We're all going to be dead soon.' Actually I don't say that last thing to her. ↗

— Helen Hunt

#bite #body #daughter #dead #eat

‎Never say you can't be a writer or a script writer, remember how well, characters in your dreams said their dialogues. ↗

— Dipesh Nepal

#dreams

But at night we began dreaming of Man's perfect world without humanity (57) ↗

— Walter Mosley

#dreams