#dream

A love story - your own, or anyone else's - is interior, hidden. It can never be accurately reported, only imagined. It is all dreams and invention. It's guesswork. ↗

— Joan Wickersham

#love #dreams

There is no need to dream in nature because you are already inside the dream! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#dreams

Springwater grow so thick it gonna clot and the pleasing ladies cease. I figure, yup, you is bad powers. ↗

— John Berryman

#the-dream-songs #dreams

When you forget what you ultimately stand for, you rejoice in blinding ignorance. Missing the bigger picture for the near pleasure is what humans and all living beings stand for. I guess there is no alternate way either. Because it is after all a game that all are destined to play until they end up dead. ↗

— Rakesh Ranjan

#dreams #life #love #mystery #philosophy

Diplomacy and virtue do not make easy companions. ↗

— Iain Pears

#politics #virtue #dreams

Siempre que uno recuerda alguno de esos sueños, le parece asombroso que inclusive dormido se tragara tantas incongruencias ↗

— Xavier Velasco

#dreams

Det är ett faktum som ingen kan bestrida att hon under hela denna långa tid inte en dag vikit från min sida. Om dagarna har hon ständigt varit i mina tankar. Om nätterna har hon varit i mina drömmar. ↗

— Stig Dagerman

#love #thoughts #dreams

A dream is an idea involving a sense of possibilities rather than probabilities, of potential rather than limits. A dream is the wellspring of passion, giving us direction and pointing us to lofty heights. It is an expression of optimism, hope and values lofty enough to capture the imagination and engage the spirit. Dreams grab us and move us. They are capable of lifting us to new heights and overcoming self-imposed limitations. ↗

— Robert Kriegel

#inspirational-quotes #dreams

Hey, when you love a woman, and when she’s this crazy in love with you, you’ve got to do whatever she says, man. ↗

— Arby Robbins

#romantic-suspense #science-fiction #young-adult-fiction #dreams

Whats it like, to be in love? The servants speak of it when they think I can't hear. I only wonder." Lia turned around and tossed the cushion back to the chaise lounge. She found she didn't have an answer to Mari's question. She couldn't say what she'd heard her sisters always say, It's thrilling, or It's bliss, or He makes me so happy. She raised her head and swallowed the strangeness in her throat, walking to the fireplace, to the pianoforte, pressing a finger against the honey-buffed wood. "It is," she said at last, "the most terrible feeling in the entire world." And she meant it. "Yes," the girl agreed, examining her face. "I think it must be. ↗

— Shana Abe

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