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You see things; and you say, "Why?" But I dream things that never were; and I say, "Why not? ↗

— George Bernard S.

#dreams

It is difficult to say what is impossible, for the dream of yesterday is the hope of today and the reality of tomorrow. ↗

— Kathy Bell

#dreams

I can dream, though - can't I, for myself? Even if you have not the imagination or the soul? ↗

— Barbara Scrupski

#imagination #dreams

(Can you understand your own dreams, which arise with mushrooms' rank richness in the night-forests within your skull?) ↗

— William T. Vollmann

#dreams

Living the dream. ↗

— Tom Giaquinto

#gratitude #happiness #happy #dreams

The reason why people fail to achieve their dreams is because they stop pursuing them. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#gloriouskau #kau #kaushani #majumder #paulo

I still don't know why we didn't hire a car to get around Ireland." "When I was a kid, I always dreamed about living in Ireland. I used to pretend I was one of the traveling people, driving my gypsy wagon from village to village. Used to picture a dark gypsy kidnapping me and having his way with me. Exciting stuff." Katy grinned at her. "Could still happen, you know." "Katy, we have a horse that's so laid-back I have to keep checking to see if he's dead. ↗

— Nina Bangs

#humor #ireland #dreams

I had a dream about you. You suggested to split the profits, so I did. I threw one half in the furnace to power the steam engine, and the other half in the air to distract our pursuers. ↗

— Bauvard

#dreams #funny #humor #life #relationships

Adornment, exoticism, affectation are all willed decadent strategies meant to pervert the texts they made. Decadent texts often live in their descriptive excursions, in their evocation of dreams, mysterious places and states of mind, in their excess of words, not events. The surface of the texts, the sound of the words, point to themselves as manufactured, as illusion. The decadents attempted to create texts that announced themselves as artifice. ↗

— Asti Hustvedt

#decadence #decadent #illusion #language #literature

In her dream each of the people assembled around her looked like several others, whom she recognized, only they weren't gradually transformed from one into the other but each of them seemed to be inside the others simultaneously and one of them shone through another. And something else was inside them as well, something unexplainable which wasn't within any of them, whose sum total they appeared to be, and this was what fascinated her above all. ↗

— Vera Linhartova

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