#dream

I have had dreams and I have had nightmares, but I have conquered my nightmares because of my dreams. ↗

— Jonas Salk

#conquered #dreams #had #i #nightmares

Nothing happens unless first we dream. ↗

— Carl Sandburg

#first #happens #nothing #unless

I always wanted to be a musician from when I was kid. It was always a massive dream of mine. School was also really really important to me and having an education was top of my priority. So I really wanted to have a degree before I tried anything in the music industry. ↗

— Emeli Sande

#always #anything #before #degree #dream

The music of Hendrix wakes people up to their possibilities. It's more than just dreaming about being a guitar hero. ↗

— Carlos Santana

#being #dreaming #guitar #hendrix #hero

The dreamer can know no truth, not even about his dream, except by awaking out of it. ↗

— George Santayana

#about #dream #dreamer #even #except

Certainly something had happened to me during the night. Or after months of tension I had arrived at the edge of some precipice and now I was falling, as in a dream slowly, even as I continued to hold the thermometer in my hand, een as I stood with the soles of my slippers on the floor, even as I felt myself solidly contained by the expectant looks of my children. It was the fault of the torture that my husband had inflicted. But enough, I had to tear the pain from memory, I had to sandpaper away the scratches that were damaging my brain. ↗

— Elena Ferrante

#divorce #elena-ferrante #love #pain #the-days-of-abandonment

He's a real nowhere man, Sitting in his Nowhere Land, Making all his nowhere plans for nobody. Doesn't have a point of view, Knows not where he's going to, Isn't he a bit like you and me? ↗

— The Beatles

#existence #fictional-character #lack-of-motivation #music #music-lyrics

It pained her deeply to realize Alysandir wasn’t her romantic hero she had pegged him to be. In truth he was no more attainable than her dreams of Mr. Darcy. – Isobella Douglas ↗

— Elaine Coffman

#dreams

Like all dreamers, I mistook disenchantment for truth. ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

#disenchantment #dreamers #i #like #mistook

For better or worse, she was the lady Soraya. And the lady Soraya would never dream of missing the warm bulk of Casia's body between her and the hearth, or the comforting drone of Ludo's snores. Or the wry laughter of a slave... a slave, for Azura's sake! The lady Soraya needed no one. The lady Soraya cried herself to sleep. ↗

— Hilari Bell

#loneliness #soraya #dreams