#dream

You don't know what it's like to grow up with a mother who never said a positive thing in her life, not about her children or the world, who was always suspicious, always tearing you down and splitting your dreams straight down the seams. When my first pen pal, Tomoko, stopped writing me after three letters she was the one who laughed: You think someone's going to lose life writing to you? Of course I cried; I was eight and I had already planned that Tomoko and her family would adopt me. My mother of course saw clean into the marrow of those dreams, and laughed. I wouldn't write to you either, she said. She was that kind of mother: who makes you doubt yourself, who would wipe you out if you let her. But I'm not going to pretend either. For a long time I let her say what she wanted about me, and what was worse, for a long time I believed her. ↗

— Junot Díaz

#mother #dreams

There are not wings of dreams that have not previously dealt with the flight of black thoughts. ↗

— Sorin Cerin

#dreams

And Elvex said, "I was the man." - In "Robot dreams" (Short story) ↗

— Isaac Asimov

#science-fiction #dreams

You can capture this body of mine, take away my freedom and enslave me. You may even have the power to capture my soul and sentence me to the realm of eternal darkness. But my dreams you cannot touch. They are my will - the very essence of who I am. In them I laugh. In them I cry. In them I love. And in them…….I live. My dreams are untouchable and unceasing. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#dreams #eena #fantasies #freedom #hopes

It won't happen yet, Ellen mused, mashing cooked carrots for Jill's lunch. Breakups seldom do. It will unfold slowly, one little tell- tale symptom after another like some awful, hellish flower. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#love #dreams

You block your dream when you allow your fear to grow bigger than your faith. ↗

— Mary Manin Morrissey

#bigger #block #dream #faith #fear

Mariela had tried to discern what love was made of, but love was not easily discipherable. It was a quickened heart, a trembling mouth, a breath, a quake, a dream. It was physical and metaphysical, territorial and saintly. It was sacrificing and jealous, maudlin and profound, well-anticipated and entirely unpredictable, and she found it in all its various guises at the end of a long loneliness that she had thought would last her lifetime. ↗

— Lane von Herzen

#dreams

I think Bonzo died. I dreamed about it last night. I remembered the way he looked after I jammed his face with my head. I think I must have pushed his nose back into his brain. The blood was coming out of his eyes. I think he was dead right then. ↗

— Orson Scott Card

#dreams

I must confess, I have always wondered what lay beyond life, my dear..Yeah, everybody wonders. And sooner or later everybody gets to find out. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#sandman #dreams

The more God asks us to participate in His mysteries, the more disoriented we become, because He asks us constantly to follow our dreams and our hearts. And that's difficult to do when we're used to living in a different way. Finally we discover, to our surprise, that God wants us to be happy, because He is the Father. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#following-your-dreams #following-your-heart #god #god-s-mysteries #dreams