#dream

By now you must have guessed: I come from another planet. But I will never say to you, "Take me to your leaders." Even I - unused to your ways though I am - would never make that mistake. We ourselves have such beings among us, made of cogs, pieces of paper, small disks of shiny metal, scraps of coloured cloth. I do not need to encounter more of them. Instead I will say, "Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers; take me to your deaths." These are worth it. These are what I have come for. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#death #dreams #life #philosophy #sf

Support Imagination. Read a book. ↗

— Robbi Sommers Bryant

#psychological-suspense #shape-shifters #shapeshifting #suspense #urban-fantasy

As long as the constitution of my country is not amended to cut down the sizes of the dreams of its citizens, I have the freedom to dream extra largest dreams. I am even dreaming over-size dreams now. ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#big-dreams #constitution #country #cut-down #dream

We have to imagine our dreams becoming reality. We must keep pursuing them and reaching beyond for future achievements. We never stop dreaming as long as we imagine. ↗

— Ellen J. Barrier

#goals #imagine #dreams

...kissing me with a violence that was terrifying and yet, somehow, the summit of all my tenderest dreams. ↗

— Mary Stewart

#love #mary-stewart #nine-coaches-waiting #dreams

Winning isn't about finishing in first place. It isn't about beating the others. It is about overcoming yourself. Overcoming your body, your limitations, and your fears. Winning means surpassing yourself and turning your dreams into reality. ↗

— Kilian Jornet

#endurance #inspirational #running #dreams

Songs remain. They last. The right song can turn an emperor into a laughing-stock, can bring down dynasties. A song can last long after the events and the people in it are dust and dreams are gone. That's the power of songs. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#songs #dreams

What a strange thing it is to wake up to a milk-white overcast June morning! The sun is hidden by a thick cotton blanket of clouds, and the air is vapor-filled and hazy with a concentration of blooming scent. The world is somnolent and cool, in a temporary reprieve from the normal heat and radiance. But the sensation of illusion is strong. Because the sun can break through the clouds at any moment . . . What a soft thoughtful time. In this illusory gloom, like a night-blooming flower, let your imagination bloom in a riot of color. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#bloom #blooming #cloud #clouds #cloudy

On its own, my internal dissociated part now came to the surface, and I found myself hiding from everyone. I still was not connecting it to the dream I'd had. At one time I had thought I could control these sudden episodes, but I was apparently mistaken. I had grown very unsure about every facet of my mental health. A disturbed part of me was taking over and I was terrified. I began to wonder if Big Suzie would completely cease to exist. ↗

— Suzie Burke

#consciosness #dissociation #dissociative #dissociative-identity-disorder #multiple-personality-disorder

Nothing exists; all is a dream. God—man—the world—the sun, the moon, the wilderness of stars—a dream, all a dream; they have no existence. Nothing exists save empty space—and you! ↗

— Mark Twain

#dreams