#dream

Damn you," said Arithon. In a shattering change of mood, he was laughing. "You have it. But what's my word against the grandiloquent predictions of a maudlin and drunken prophet?" "Maybe everything," Felirin finished gently. "You're too young to live without dreams. ↗

— Janny Wurts

#change

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

To find riches is a beggar’s dream, but to find love is the dream of kings. ↗

— Sidney Sheldon

#sidney-sheldon #dreams

Even if you are alive somewhere, the absence of the other person who used to be there beside you obliterates your presence. Everything in the room, even the stars in the sky, can disappear in a second, changing one scene for another, just like in a dream. ↗

— Hwang Sŏk-yŏng

#death-of-a-loved-one #dreaming #hwang-sok-yong #loneliness #solitude

Like the discovery of most things - love and religion especially - she maintained the child's arrogant wonder than no one had understood it before her and, even if they had, they could not embrace it as passionately as she. ↗

— Thomm Quackenbush

#religion #wonder #dreams

My father always used to tell one of his dreams, because it somehow seemed of a piece with what was to follow. He believed that it was a consequence of the thing's presence in the next room. My father dreamed of blood. It was the vividness of the dreams that was impressive, their minute detail and horrible reality. The blood came through the keyhole of a locked door which communicated with the next room. I suppose the two rooms had originally been designed en suite. It ran down the door panel with a viscous ripple, like the artificial one created in the conduit of Trumpingdon Street. But it was heavy, and smelled. The slow welling of it sopped the carpet and reached the bed. It was warm and sticky. My father woke up with the impression that it was all over his hands. He was rubbing his first two fingers together, trying to rid them of the greasy adhesion where the fingers joined." ("The Troll") ↗

— T.H. White

#dream #keyhole #troll #communication

I don't have dreams. How can I say it? I myself am a dream. ↗

— Ayumi Hamasaki

#dream #dreams #how #i #myself

The dream of the Convention was born from the that children and their needs were not been considered when policies were being made, laws passed or actions undertaken. ↗

— Carol Bellamy

#been #being #born #children #considered

Visualization is daydreaming with a purpose. ↗

— Bo Bennett

#purpose #visualization

A daydreamer is a writer just waiting for pen and paper. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#daydreaming #fantasies #richelle #richelle-goodrich #stories