#dream

Many of the most powerful things in life are not tangible. All it takes is for you to close your eyes to see. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#faith #future #god #vision #dreams

Ah, well, let's not borrow trouble; the rate of interest is too high. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#dreams

He had done nothing on Christmas day, just wandered around outside in the frozen woods. Hard ground, chill winds and bare branches that looked like they'd been dipped in sugar. None of it seemed real, like walking around in a desolate dream, but one he didn't want to wake up from. ↗

— R.D. Ronald

#melancholy #reflection #dreams

When the power falls on me, it buzzes in the warm, dark spaces of my skull. It stings like nettles at the tips of my fingers. The power is a fever I have felt since early childhood, a heat in the blood that leaves me flushed and unsteady, dreaming in daylight. ↗

— Victoria Lamb

#paranormal-romance #witches #witchstruck #dreams

I prefer your smiles and laughter, wife, but there are far worse things than your tears wetting my skin. ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#finnie #frey-dakkar #kristen-ashley #wildest-dreams #dreams

When you stop chasing your dreams, your dreams start chasing you. ↗

— Dez Del Rio

#horror #magic #occult #paranormal #suspense

To realize one's destiny is a person's only real obligation. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#dreams #dreams

Edward: You know what the difference is between a dream and a goal? he used to say to me. A plan. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#goals #jodi-picoult #lone-wolf #plans #dreams

Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven, shall behold the night of our solemnities. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#dreams

It was an unusual sunset. Having sat behind opaque drapery all day, I had not realized that a storm was pushing in and that much of the sky was the precise shade of old suits of armor one finds in museums. At the same time, patches of brilliance engaged in a territorial dispute with the oncoming onyx of the storm. Light and darkness mingled in strange ways both above and below. Shadows and sunshine washed together, streaking the landscape with an unearthly study of glare and gloom. Bright clouds and black folded into each other in a no-man's land of the sky. The autumn trees took on the appearance of sculptures formed in a dream, their leaden-colored trunks and branches and iron-red leaves all locked in an infinite and unliving moment, unnaturally timeless. The gray lake slowly tossed and tumbled in a dead sleep, nudging unconsciously against its breakwall of numb stone. A scene of contradiction and ambivalence, a tragicomedic haze over all. A land of perfect twilight. ↗

— Thomas Ligotti

#dreams