#dream

See, my hope and dream is that people have a good time watching basketball. It's not church. It's not serious. ↗

— Charles Barkley

#church #dream #good #good time #hope

I've always said that one night, I'm going to find myself in some field somewhere, I'm standing on grass, and it's raining, and I'm with the person I love, and I know I'm at the very point I've been dreaming of getting to. ↗

— Drew Barrymore

#always #been #dreaming #field #find

I'd definitely be the kind of parent who enabled my child's dreams. I'd just watch and nurture and guide them. I have the blueprints of what not to do... I think I'd be a good parent, actually. ↗

— Drew Barrymore

#blueprints #child #definitely #dreams #enabled

It was just like a dream. I could have ended up with an album that's not all that different from anything else coming out of Nashville. Mutt made the difference. He took these songs, my attitude, my creativity, and colored them in a way that is unique. ↗

— Shania Twain

#anything #attitude #colored #coming #could

I walked into my own book, seeking peace. It was night, and I made a careless movement inside the dream; I turned too brusquely the corner and I bruised myself against my madness. ↗

— Anaïs Nin

#surreal #dreams

My biggest dream since I was a kid was to be the woman sneaking on the pirate ship dressed like a man, who was this great sword fighter, and the captain fell in love with her. ↗

— Maria Bello

#biggest dream #captain #dream #dressed #fell

The human imagination... has great difficulty in living strictly within the confines of a materialist practice or philosophy. It dreams, like a dog in its basket, of hares in the open. ↗

— John Berger

#confines #difficulty #dog #dreams #great

If I stayed here, something inside me would be lost forever—something I couldn't afford to lose. It was like a vague dream, a burning, unfulfilled desire. The kind of dream people have only when they're seventeen. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#leaving #dreams

In her dreams the Hawk would be waiting for her by the sea's edge; her kilt-clad, magnificent Scottish laird. He would smile and his eyes would crinkle, then turn dark with smoldering passion. She would take his hand and lay it gently on her swelling abdomen, and his face would blaze with happiness and pride. Then he would take her gently, there on the cliff's edge, in tempo with the pounding of the ocean. He would make fierce and possessive love to her and she would hold on to him as tightly as she could. But before dawn, he would melt right through her fingers. And she would wake up, her cheeks wet with tears and her hands clutching nothing but a bit of quilt or pillow. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#beyond-the-highland-mist #karen-marie-moning #dreams

Don't tell me anymore. You should have your dream, as the old woman told you to. I understand how you feel, but if you put those feelings into words they will turn into lies. (from Thailand) ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#feelings #lies #dreams