#air

No, the last thing she cared about was whether people were staring at the boy and girl kissing by the river, as London, it's cities and towers and churches and bridges and streets, circled all about them like the memory of a dream. And if the Thames that ran beside them, sure and silver in the afternoon light, recalled a night long ago when the moon shone as brightly as a shilling on this same boy and girl, or if the stones of Blackfriars knew the tread of their feet and thought to themselves: At last, the wheel comes to a full circle, they kept their silence. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray #dreams

Children played at those stories; they dreamed about them. They took them to heart and acted as if to live inside them. ↗

— Gregory Maguire

#fairytales #storytelling #dreams

Here and there and not just in books we catch glimpses of a world of once upon a time and they lived happily ever after, of a world where there is a wizard to give courage and a heart, an angel with a white stone that has written on it our true and secret name, and it is so easy to dismiss it all that it is hardly worth bothering to do. ... But if the world of the fairy tale and our glimpses of it here and there are only a dream, they are one of the most haunting and powerful dreams that the world has ever dreamed... ↗

— Frederick Buechner

#courage #dream #fairy-tale #happily-ever-after #haunting

Of course you don't believe in fairies. You're fifteen. You think I believed in fairies at fifteen? Took me until I was at least a hundred and forty. Hundred and fifty, maybe. Anyway, he wasn't a fairy. He was a librarian. All right? ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#fairies #faith #magic #stories #faith

Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things - trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#puddleglum #dreams

Will they remember us, Aravan? Will Mankind remember us at all?" ... Mayhap, Gwylly, mayhap. Mayhap in their legends and their fables. Mayhap in naught but their dreams. ↗

— Dennis L. McKiernan

#fairies #fantasy #gwylly #mithgar #dreams

Fairy-child, if only you should take my hand, I would show you things beyond your wildest dreams.” My expression makes him laugh. “What’s that from?” “Some book I read.” “I should have known.” I pause. “Did she follow?” “How could she resist? Of course, she ended up devoured. ↗

— Kristen Hubbard

#wanderlove #dreams

Sometimes I wait at the bottom of those dark stairs, I sit at the bottom of the stairs, I wait beyond the bottom of the stairs and listen to the sounds my wife and children make as they sleep, the sounds our animals make as they step carefully through our dreams and out the other side to polished floor and cold window. Sometimes I wait so long I become unsure if I am asleep, or awake, or dead. ↗

— Steve Rasnic Tem

#awake #children #cold-window #dead #dreams

But I felt like I'd made a journey to the land of fairytales only to find out that the magical world was identical to the real one. Even in fairytales, the sun still burns, sand still works its way into your bikini bottoms, and the diner next door to your motel still scorches toast. ↗

— Holly Schindler

#fairytales #reality #dreams

How inappropriate,’ Lila said coldly. ‘Who’d ever dream of showing up at a dance in a wheelchair? What does she think she’s going to do all night? ↗

— Francine Pascal

#sweet-valley #wheelchairs #dreams