#dream

Yet mad I am not...and very surely do I not dream. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#dreams #insanity #sanity #dreams

I love the silent hour of night, for blissful dreams may then arise, revealing to my charmed sight what may not bless my waking eyes. ↗

— Anne Brontë

#night #dreams

Yesterday is but a dream, Tomorrow is only a vision. But today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness, and every tomorrow a vision of hope. ↗

— Kālidāsa

#dreams

The timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness. And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream. ↗

— Kahlil Gibran

#timelessness #today #tomorrow #yesterday #dreams

When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#twilight #dreams

If I could dream, I know I'd dream about you.I'd dream about the way you smell and how your dark hair feels like silk between my fingers. I'd dream about the smoothness of your skin and the fierceness of your lips when we kiss. Without dreams,I have to be content with my own imagination—which is almost as good. I can picture all those things perfectly. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose-hathaway #dreams

Yes, the long war on Christianity. I pray that one day we may live in an America where Christians can worship freely! In broad daylight! Openly wearing the symbols of their religion... perhaps around their necks? And maybe -- dare I dream it? -- maybe one day there can be an openly Christian President. Or, perhaps, 43 of them. Consecutively. ↗

— Jon Stewart

#humor #religion #dreams

Hearts may break, but hearts are the toughest of muscles, able to pump for a lifetime, seventy times a minute, and scarcely falter along the way. Even dreams, the most delicate and intangible of things, can prove remarkably difficult to kill. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#dreams

You’re just a figment of my imagination. A fantasy?” “Yes.” He didn’t dare move. “Then why are you still wearing clothes? ↗

— Mina Khan

#fantasy #flirting #dreams

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#dreams