#dre

To be content, horse people need only a horse, or, lacking that, someone else who loves horses with whom they can talk. It was always that way with my grandfather. He took me places just so we could see horses, be near them. We went to the circus and the rodeo at Madison Square Garden. We watched parades down Fifth Avenue. Finding a horse, real or imagined, was like finding a dab of magic potion that enlivened us both. Sometimes I'd tell my grandfather about all the horses in my eleborate dreams. He'd lean over, smile, and assure me that, one day, I'd have one for real. And if my grandfather, my Opa, told me something was going to come true, it always did. ↗

— Allan J. Hamilton

#dreams #grandfathers #horses #love #magic

Just one look and then I knew that all I longed for long ago was you ↗

— Elizabeth Berg

#world-war- #dreams

This city belongs to ghosts, to murderers, to sleepwalkers. Where are you, in what bed, in what dream? ↗

— Marguerite Yourcenar

#philosophy #dreams

Think of the long trip home. Should we have stayed at home and thought of here? Where should we be today? Is it right to be watching strangers in a play in this strangest of theatres? What childishness is it that while there's a breath of life in our bodies, we are determined to rush to see the sun the other way around? The tiniest green hummingbird in the world? To stare at some inexplicable old stonework, inexplicable and impenetrable, at any view, instantly seen and always, always delightful? Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too? And have we room for one more folded sunset, still quite warm? ↗

— Elizabeth Bishop

#dreams

Always follow your dreams, even if they lead you down a few dark alleys. ↗

— Teresa Mummert

#overcoming-obstacles #teresa-mummert #dreams

And what did I think when I was small and why did I forget? And what else will I forget when I grow older? And if you forget is it as if it never happened? Will none of the things you saw or thought or dreamed matter? ↗

— Sharon Creech

#dreams

For a moment she was convinced she was still dreaming. That she’d fallen asleep while reading one of JR Ward’s Brotherhood of The Black Dagger romances and had inserted herself into a dream based on the book. Any moment now he was going to start growling Mine Mine Mine and let loose with some spicy bonding scent. Or flash a massive set of fangs. ↗

— Trish McCallan

#dreams

Honesty is a heart that betrays itself for a dream, a moment, a kiss. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#honesty #infatuation #love #moments #relationships

As though sensing her heightening alarm, Pinfeathers halted his advance. "I can’t help it that I’m susceptible to you", he whispered. "You know that. It’s just that you’re so...unreal...and so I have to touch you. If only to be certain that I’m not the one who’s dreaming. You see, I hear that sort of thing is going around. ↗

— Kelly Creagh

#isobel #pinfeathers #reality #dreams

He wanders, like a day-appearing dream, Through the dim wildernesses of the mind; Through desert woods and tracts, which seem Like ocean, homeless, boundless, unconfined. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#dreams