#dream

Holding up an oil-paper umbrella, I loiter aimlessly in the long, long And lonely rainy alley, I hope to encounter A lilac-like girl Nursing her resentment A lilac-like color she has A lilac-like fragrance, A lilac-like sadness, Melancholy in the rain, Sorrowful and uncertain; She loiters aimlessly in this lonely rainy alley Holding up an oil-paper umbrella Just like me And just like me Walks silently, Apathetic, sad and disconsolate Silently she moves closer Moves closer and casts A sigh-like glance She glides by Like a dream Hazy and confused like a dream As in a dream she glides past Like a lilac spray, This girl glides past beside me; She silently moves away, moves away Up to the broken-down bamboo fence, To the end of the rainy alley. In the rains sad song, Her color vanishes Her fragrance diffuses, Even her Sigh-like glance, Lilac-like discontent Vanish. Holding up an oil-paper umbrella, alone Aimlessly walking in the long, long And lonely rainy alley, I wish for A lilac-like girl Nursing her resentment glide by. ↗

— Dai Wangshu

#poem #rain #rain-alley #umbrella #dreams

But the walls of my resolve mortared with stubbornness have been breached by circumstances I cannot handle alone. ↗

— Susie Clevenger

#need #poetry #strength #yearning #dreams

Lost in my dreams, I somehow cross at the traffic signals, bumping into street lamps or people, yet moving onward, exuding fumes of beer and grime, yet smiling, because my briefcase is full of books and that very night I expect them to tell me things about myself I don't know. ↗

— Bohumil Hrabal

#insp #reading #reading-books #dreams

Books are best preserved in the minds of readers. ↗

— Kat Lowe

#book-preservation #reading #dreams

I seek to be moved, my imagination reborn. Let me feast on poems that feed my hunger. ↗

— Susie Clevenger

#growing #imagination #inspiration #life #poetry

To what shall we compare our fragile life? Life is like a speck of dust that alights upon a surface. It remains there, unmoved, until a draft threatens it. When a breeze comes it holds on till the last. Finally, a gust of wind comes and it is blown asunder. That is how fragile life is, like a speck of dust blown to nothingness. ↗

— Paul Worthington

#goodbye #grandma-s-secret #melted-dreams #wicked-turn #dreams

Did not one spend the first half of one's days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors? ↗

— Émile Zola

#pessimism #regrets #zola #dreams

Senses will lie as dreams wake. You are not on solid ground. Don't look down. ↗

— Brian McGreevy

#dreams #ground #lie #look #senses

Regardless of what you want to do or who you are, fear will always see you as wholly unqualified for anything you ever dream or attempt. ↗

— Jon Acuff

#motivational #dreams

It sounds strange, somewhat on the line between irony and absurdity, to think that people would rather label and judge something as significant as each other but completely bypass a peanut. ... World peace is only a dream because people won't allow themselves and others around them to simply be peanuts. We won't allow the color of a man's heart to be the color of his skin, the premise of his beliefs, and his self-worth. We won't allow him to be a peanut, therefore we won't allow ourselves to come to live in harmony. (Diary 18) ↗

— Erin Gruwell

#judging #labeling #world-peace #dreams