#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

And eventually in that house where everyone, even the fugitive hiding in the cellar from his faceless enemies, finds his tongue cleaving dryly to the roof of his mouth, where even the sons of the house have to go into the cornfield with the rickshaw boy to joke about whores and compare the length of their members and whisper furtively about dreams of being film directors (Hanif's dream, which horrifies his dream-invading mother, who believes the cinema to be an extension of the brothel business), where life has been transmuted into grotesquery by the irruption into it of history, eventually in the murkiness of the underworld he cannot help himself, he finds his eyes straying upwards, up along delicate sandals and baggy pajamas and past loose kurta and above the dupatta, the cloth of modesty, until eyes meet eyes, and then ↗

— Salman Rushdie

#history #mothers #movies #penises #sexuality

I wasn't good company, that was true, and people avoided me, but that was all right. I was too busy dreaming. ↗

— Alice Hoffman

#business

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#dreams

I can't see the future. But when I dreamed of the future, he was the one I was tied to. ↗

— Nancy Straight

#love #dreams