#dre

Some people call it the world of dreams, but it is as real as anything else....'" Jenny ↗

— L.J. Smith

#dreams

When you read a manuscript that has been damaged by water, fire, light or just the passing of the years, your eye needs to study not just the shape of the letters but other marks of production. The speed of the pen. The pressure of the hand on the page. Breaks and releases in the flow. You must relax. Thing of nothing. Until you wake into a dream where you are at once a pen flying of vellum and the vellum itself with the touch of ink tickling your surface. Then you can read it. The intention of the writer, his thoughts, his hesitations, his longings and his meaning. You can read as clearly as if you were the very candlelight illuminating the page as the pen speeds over it. ↗

— Diane Setterfield

#reading #writing #dreams

Dreams of innocence are just that; they usually depend on a denial of reality that can be its own form of hubris. ↗

— Michael Pollan

#hubris #innocense #dreams

The soil under the grass is dreaming of a young forest, and under the pavement the soil is dreaming of grass. ↗

— Wendell Berry

#poetry #dreams

Dreaming is a world where wishes do not exist ; because dreaming is a world where our wishes are fulfilled just by the fact of imagining them so. ↗

— Yannick Heywang

#exist #fulfilled #imagine #imagining #wish

The point is, you need to distinguish between what honestly moves you and what the world is telling you should melt your heart. If something doesn’t reach you on a personal level, let it go. It’s hard enough dealing with everything that does. ↗

— Judi Culbertson

#organization-wisdom #dreams

Will you stay out of it?” he clipped. “She’s holdin’ onto me, bud, I’d say I’m in it,” Tate returned. ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#dreams

No rest without love, no sleep without dreams of love- be mad or chill obsessed with angels or machines, the final wish is love -cannot be bitter, cannot deny, cannot withhold if denied: the weight is too heavy ↗

— Allen Ginsberg

#love #poem #dreams

Do people in the twenty-first century still dance?" My heart beat thundered in my ears, far louder than the slow music. "Um," I said, barely able to swallow, my throat had gone so dry. "Sometimes." "How about now?" he asked. And then his strong arms were encircling my waist, his breath soft against my cheek as he gently whispered my name: "Susannah. Susannah.... ↗

— Meg Cabot

#jesse-de-silva #susannah-simon #suze-simon #the-mediator #dreams

I wish I could go to Paris right now. ↗

— Emily J. Proctor

#paris #wishing #dreams