#dream

When Thad began nuzzling her neck, pressing his opened lips against her, she smacked him in the back of the head. "Don't go vamp on me now!" "Whaa!" He shot upright, his fangs sharp. "Where am I?" She glanced at his fangs, then down. "Oh, my gods, when do you not sport wood? There are bathrooms in the back, so go burp the worm or whatever. ↗

— Kresley Cole

#berserker #declan-chase #dreams-of-a-dark-warrior #immortals-after-dark #kresley-cole

What's going on?" he asked, looking from face to face. "I was having a good dream." "I need you," said Lisa. "I hear that from women a lot. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#dreams

Welcome to my nightmare,” Elvira muttered. “Though you got yourself a biker who fills his Levi’s so well he should be in Harley Davidson ads and has an off-the-charts ability to give pleasure so you can’t really understand my pain. ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#dreams

Once upon a time there was what there was, and if nothing had happened there would be nothing to tell. ↗

— Charles de Lint

#story #storytelling #dreams

I guess I had always sort of fantasized that a guy would see me and get past the ponytail and the glasses and the giant sweatshirt to discover how insanely awesome I am, then come and whisk me off into that magical teenager fairytale where everyone else gets to prance around. ↗

— Jeff Sampson

#emily-webb #fantasy #love #magic #relationship

Waking consciousness is dreaming – but dreaming constrained by external reality ↗

— Oliver Sacks

#dreams #reality #dreams

The imagination is the goal of history. I see culture as an effort to literally realize our collective dreams. ↗

— Terence McKenna

#culture #dreams #history #imagination #dreams

Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#troubles #dreams

Siempre hay un momento, justo antes de empezar a leer, en el que el corazón me da un vuelco y me pregunto: «Sera hoy?». No lo se, de hecho nunca lo se de antemano, aunque en el fondo eso tampoco importa. Es la posibilidad lo que me mantiene con esperanza, no la garantía; es como una apuesta que me hago a mi mismo. Y a pesar de que quizás alguien me llame loco o soñador, creo que en la vida todo es posible. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#love #love

the bouquet Between me and the world you are a bay, a sail the faithful ends of a rope you are a fountain, a wind, a shrill childhood cry. Between me and the world you are a picture frame, a window a field covered in wildflowers you are a breath, a bed, a night that keeps the stars company. Between me and the world, you are a calendar, a compass a ray of light that slips through the gloom you are a biographical sketch, a book mark a preface that comes at the end. between me and the world you are a gauze curtain, a mist a lamp shining in my dreams you are a bamboo flute, a song without words a closed eyelid carved in stone. Between me and the world you are a chasm, a pool an abyss plunging down you are a balustrade, a wall a shield’s eternal pattern. ↗

— Bei Dao

#poetry #dreams