#dre

I am not an ice cream come! I am a human being! ↗

— Louise Rennison

#tallulah-casey #dreams

The deleriums of fever and the recollections of dreams rise out of the remote past: what the waking and the healthy seem to have forgotten, the sleeping and the sick remember. ↗

— Paul Radestock

#dreams

Good luck: and believe me, dearest Doc -- it's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear. ↗

— Truman Capote

#life #reality #dreams

You were right to come to see a dying man. It is right that these moments should have witnesses. Everyone has his dream; I would like to live till dawn, but I know I have less than three hours left. It will be night, but no matter. Dying is simple. It does not take daylight. So be it: I will die by starlight ↗

— Victor Hugo

#simple #starlight #dreams

That night, Gregory dreamt of his mother. It was a dream that he'd have carried to his therapist like a raw, precious egg if he'd had a therapist, and the dream made him wish he had one. In the dream, he sat in the kitchen of his mother's house at the table on his usual place. He could hear her handle pots and pans and sigh occasionally. Sitting there filled his heart with sadness and also with a long missed feeling of comfort until he realised that the chair and the table were much too small for him: it was a child's chair and he could barely fit his long legs under the table. He was worried that his mother might scold him for being so large and for not wearing pants. Gregory, in the dream, felt his manhood press against his belly while he was crouching uncomfortably, not daring to move. ↗

— Marcus Speh

#dream #family #growing-up #mother #dreams

They were conscientious, you couldn't deny it, and they were also flabby, heartless sons-of-bitches. In other words, they were well chosen, as mindlessly enthusiastic as any employer could dream of. Sons that would have delighted my mother, worshiping their bosses, if only she could have had one all to herself, a son she could have been proud of in the eyes of the world, a real legitimate son. ↗

— Louis-Ferdinand Céline

#louis-ferdinand-céline #dreams

Boat is nothing without water and man without his dreams! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#dreams

If you're alive, kick into drive. Chase whimsies. See if you can turn dreams into a way to make a living, if not an entire way of life. ↗

— Kevin Smith

#dreams #goals #humor #inspirational #dreams

My reason for being an author? Because I love to write - it fulfills me. But the fact that I entertain others by doing it is a lovely bonus. ↗

— Chasta Schneider

#fulfilling-purpose #on-writing #passion #why #dreams

He’s like a hero come back from the war, a poor maimed bastard living out the reality of his dreams. Wherever he sits himself the chair collapses; whatever door he enters the room is empty: whatever he puts in his mouth leaves a bad taste. Everything is just the same as it was before; the elements are unchanged, the dream is no different than the reality. Only, between the time he went to sleep and the time he woke up, his body was stolen. ↗

— Henry Miller

#loneliness #nothingness #soldier #soul #dreams