#dre

Winter came and the city [Chicago] turned monochrome -- black trees against gray sky above white earth. Night now fell in midafternoon, especially when the snowstorms rolled in, boundless prairie storms that set the sky close to the ground, the city lights reflected against the clouds ↗

— Barack Obama

#dreams

Must have been some kind a nightmare.” “Yeah,” I answer, my usual calm, vacant voice returning. “Can’t wait to wake up. ↗

— K.A. Tucker

#dream #k-a-tucker #nightmare #sleep #ten-tiny-breaths

I dreamed of dying, long before my dreams have died. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#dreams #dying #lost #unfulfilled #unhappy

People lose sight of their dreams, only to hold tight their fears. ↗

— Gustave Geyer

#orignal #dreams

Selden and Lily stood still, accepting the unreality of the scene as a part of their own dream-like sensations. It would not have surprised them to feel a summer breeze on their faces, or to see the lights among the boughs reduplicated in the arch of a starry sky. The strange solitude about them was no stranger than the sweetness of being alone in it together. ↗

— Edith Wharton

#solitude #unreality #dreams

Hazel always used to say There's not enough darkness in the entire universe to snuff out the light of just one little candle. ↗

— Fannie Flagg

#dreams

You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#dreams

The dream didn't fade as dreams usually do upon waking. ↗

— Stephen King

#stephen-king #dreams

Even though I can’t tell others whether they should chase their marathon dreams, I highly recommend they do something completely out of character, something they never in a million years thought they’d do, something they may fail miserably at. Because sometimes the places where you end up finding your true self are the places you never thought to look. That, and I don’t want to be the only one who sucks at something. ↗

— Dawn Dais

#running #dreams

BOTTOM There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and Thisby that will never please. First, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies cannot abide. How answer you that? SNOUT By'r lakin, a parlous fear. STARVELING I believe we must leave the killing out, when all is done. BOTTOM Not a whit: I have a device to make all well. Write me a prologue; and let the prologue seem to say, we will do no harm with our swords, and that Pyramus is not killed indeed; and, for the more better assurance, tell them that I, Pyramus, am not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver: this will put them out of fear. QUINCE Well, we will have such a prologue; and it shall be written in eight and six. BOTTOM No, make it two more; let it be written in eight and eight. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#humor #dreams