#dr

Civilization depends on continually making the effort, of never giving in. It needs to be cared for by men of goodwill, protected from the dark. ↗

— Iain Pears

#dreams

Am I sure? Only as sure as I am that the reality of one night, let alone that of a whole lifetime, can ever be the whole truth. ↗

— Arthur Schnitzler

#dreams

‎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

Here I am Looking at the world’s mirror Finding myself at the center of a maze Constructing the roots of a dream for a nationless society by the power of peace ↗

— Rixa White

#finding-myself #nationless-society #power-of-peace #roots-of-a-dream #silentaria

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

— Walter Mosley

#dreams

He looked as if he'd got a lot of pleasure out of going ten rounds with your grandmother and making sure she went the whole distance. ↗

— Richard Brautigan

#noir #dreams

Then he dozed off to sleep and to dream dreams that for madness and audacity rivalled those of poppy-eaters ↗

— Jack London

#jack-london #martin-eden #poppy-eater #dreams

Stay with & live your dreams, for these trail blazers did and history is telling their stories in golden, glossy and embossed shining foils ↗

— Ikechukwu Joseph

#unlocking-closed-doors #dreams

Down through this verdant land Carter walked at evening, and saw twilight float up from the river to the marvelous golden spires of Thran. And just at the hour of dusk he came to the southern gate, and was stopped by a red-robed sentry till he had told three dreams beyond belief, and proved himself a dreamer worthy to walk up Thran's steep mysterious streets and linger in the bazaars where the wares of the ornate galleons were sold. Then into that incredible city he walked; through a wall so thick that the gate was a tunnel, and thereafter amidst curved and undulant ways winding deep and narrow between the heavenward towers. Lights shone through grated and balconied windows, and, the sound of lutes and pipes stole timid from inner courts where marble fountains bubbled. Carter knew his way, and edged down through darker streets to the river, where at an old sea tavern he found the captains and seamen he had known in myriad other dreams. There he bought his passage to Celephais on a great green galleon, and there he stopped for the night after speaking gravely to the venerable cat of that inn, who blinked dozing before an enormous hearth and dreamed of old wars and forgotten gods. ↗

— H.P. Lovecraft

#dream #fantasy #lovecraft #dreams

Be who you were meant to be and not what you've allowed yourself to become," Kate said to Mavis as she wavered over following her dream. from 'Lifesong ↗

— Christine M. Knight

#fiction-novel #dreams