#dre

And who cares for imagination? Who does not think it a rather dangerous, senseless attribute, akin to weakness, perhaps partaking of frenzy - a disease rather than a gift of the mind? Probably all think it so but those who possess, or fancy they possess it. To hear them speak, you would believe that their hearts would be cold if that elixir did not flow about them, that their eyes would be dim if that flame did not refine their vision, that they would be lonely if this strange companion abandoned them. You would suppose that it imparted some glad hope to spring, some fine charm to summer, some tranquil joy to autumn, some consolation to winter, which you do not feel. All illusion, of course; but the fanatics cling to their dream, and would not give it for gold. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#dreams

All I ever wanted, all I ever dreamed of, Everything I hoped, and all the things I prayed for Couldn't hold a candle to what I've been given, I've been given what I need. ↗

— Michael McLean

#dreams

As we dream you imagine that the next path of the future will be bright ↗

— Aniva Gaffar

#dreams

I made a sorry face in response to such strong insistence, but I couldn’t believe him. Fantasies were exactly that..…..fantasies. Whimsy. Wishes. Mere castles in the sky without foundation or substance. Dreams didn’t come true. To believe so would be to believe falsely, to surrender to madness, to give in to an unreliable hope that would crush me once again as it always, always did! ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#fantasy #hope #hopelessness #madness #richelle

Small thinking and big dreams is an oxymoron ↗

— John Paul Warren

#central-christian-church #john-paul-warren #leadership #motivational #sozo-life

Dreams are manifestation of the reality. ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

#inspirational #reality #dreams

Here dwells a snake, one thousand miles long Coiled, one thousand miles deep Eyes like candy, it has eyes like candy Hard and blue, but soft as kittens feet Out of sight or in the element of light It could be a devil, it could be an angel With spiders inside a vision from hell Its spine is a vertical scream Slow as concrete, blurred as a dream Fueled by inertia, depth, radius, and velocity, Its soul--a twisted wreckage of despair and pain And the spiders inside are just praying for rain Killing time killing time And praying for rain One thousand miles deep ↗

— James O'Barr

#good-and-evil #pain #sorrow #visions-of-heaven-and-hell #dreams

Fate and your dreams can collide ↗

— Joe Brooks

#dreams

You are only willing to suffer the cost of your dream when you understand the value of your dream. ↗

— Deborah Brodie

#inspirational #dreams

I woke up, smiling to myself at this dream with its allegorical aspects but with no real meaning. ↗

— Jean De Berg

#dreams