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#dream

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We may need to put down the book from time to time, but we should make sure not to let the computer become the new book. The universal medium, like the universal library, is a dream that does more harm than good. ↗


— Andrew Piper


#reading-books #dreams

Privilegiul de a fi oricine își arată și cealaltă față - a presiunii de a fi ca toată lumea și prin urmare - nimeni. ↗


— Sylvia Plath


#libertate #personalitate #sine #dreams

How bad could things be if my hair was neat? ↗


— Jeff Lindsay


#dreams

It's not a question of who will allow me to do it, it's a question of who will stop me. ↗


— Ayn Rand


#dedication #dreams #question #rand #stop

When our dreams don’t come true, sometimes we can hand them down to our children and hope that they will come true for them. The joy can be immeasurable just the same. ↗


— Isabel Lopez


#dreams #hope #inspirational #dreams

Bella, I can't! ↗


— Stephenie Meyer


#emotional #sexy #turmoil #dreams

From mirror to mirror — this is what I happen to dream of — the totality of things, the whole, the entire universe, divine wisdom could concentrate their luminous rays into a single mirror. Or perhaps the knowledge of everything is buried in the soul, and a system of mirrors that would multiply my image would then reveal to me the soul of the universe, which is hidden in mine. ↗


— Italo Calvino


#soul #universe #dreams

Who worries for dying? If I close my eyes tonight, I will either dream, or not, or my eyes will open and I will be here again. And if none of those happen, and I do not wake? Who worries for dying? ↗


— Roman Payne


#dreams #dying #roman-payne #sleeping #death

If one does die taking these drugs, the death is likely to be very peaceful. Morphia is, after all, the goddess of dreams. ↗


— Philip Nitschke


#dreams #death

Silence. It flashed from the woodwork and the walls; it smote him with an awful, total power, as if generated by a vast mill. It rose from the floor, up out of the tattered gray wall-to-wall carpeting. It unleashed itself from the broken and semi-broken appliances in the kitchen, the dead machines which hadn’t worked in all the time Isidore had lived here. From the useless pole lamp in the living room it oozed out, meshing with the empty and wordless descent of itself from the fly-specked ceiling. It managed in fact to emerge from every object within his range of vision, as if it—the silence—meant to supplant all things tangible. Hence it assailed not only his ears but his eyes; as he stood by the inert TV set he experienced the silence as visible and, in its own way, alive. Alive! He had often felt its austere approach before; when it came it burst in without subtlety, evidently unable to wait. The silence of the world could not rein back its greed. Not any longer. Not when it had virtually won. ↗


— Philip K. Dick


#greed #power #silence #wasteland #dreams






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