#dre

Two daiquiris withdrew into a corner of a gorgeous room and one told the other a lie. ↗

— John Berryman

#dreams

...and he just sat back and stared at the tube, almost interested in what was happening, trying to find the ability to believe in that lie so he could believe the one within. ↗

— Hubert Selby Jr.

#television #dreams

I have an idea that Gatsby himself didn’t believe it would come, and perhaps he no longer cared. If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about...like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#dreams

Dream 2 Defy! Extreme is not a style but a way of life. ↗

— Jeff Hardy

#dreams

I grew up with an ambition and determination without which I would have been a good deal happier. I thought a lot and developed the faraway look of a dreamer, for it was always the distant heights that fascinated me and drew me to them in spirit. I was not sure what could be accomplished with tenacity and little else, but the target was set high and each rebuff only saw me more determined to see at least one major dream to its fulfillment. ↗

— Earl Denman

#dreams #dreams

We dreamed together of the world remade. ↗

— Laini Taylor

#daughter-of-smoke-and-bone #madrigal #dreams

What would you consider a good job?" Answered as follows: "A good job is one in which I don't have to work, and get paid a lot of money." When I heard that I cheered and yelled and felt that he should be given an A+, for he had perfectly articulated the American dream of those who despise knowledge. What a politician that kid would have made. ↗

— Isaac Asimov

#work #dreams

And at the place where time stands still, one sees lovers kissing in the shadows of buildings, in a frozen embrace that will never let go. The loved one will never take his arms from where they are now, will never give back the bracelet of memories, will never journey afar from his lover, will never place himself in danger of self-sacrifice, will never fail to show his love, will never become jealous, will never fall in love with someone else, will never lose the passion of this instant of time. ↗

— Alan Lightman

#kissing #love #lovers #time #dreams

Honestly," he said with a grin, "how would that have worked? Oh, hello dream lover. Would you drink some of my blus so I won't murder you in front of all these nice people?" ↗

— Delilah S. Dawson

#dreams

But the rest of Jace’s mind is watching the door slam behind her and seeing the final ruin of all his dreams. It was one thing to push it to this point. It is another to let go forever. Because he knows Clary, and if she goes now, she will not ever come back. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

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