#dream

My dreams are going through their death flurries. I thought they were all safely buried, but sometimes they stir in their grave, making my heartstrings twinge. I mean no particular dream, you understand, but the whole radiant flock of them together—with their rainbow wings, iridescent, bright, soaring, glorious, sublime. They are dying before the steel javelins and arrows of a world of Time and Money. ↗

— Barbara Newhall Follett

#growing-up #life #death

While I slept you stood in the colorful night market with pyramids of bright fruit piled high Where those who loved you, rushing back to their intimate stalls, held out pears that had been dreamed for you And would the dream pear not come gladly once it knew this was you wanting to take it in? The dream pear chose reality, wanting your mouth as I did - Honestly, it was happy to be bitten. ↗

— Brenda Hillman

#dream #love #market #pear #dreams

Each has its lesson; for our dreams in sooth, come they in shape of demons, gods, or elves, are allegories with deep hearts of truth that tell us solemn secrets of ourselves. ↗

— Henry Timrod

#deep #demons #dreams #each #elves

Except the Christ be born again tonight In dreams of all men, saints and sons of shame, The world will never see his kingdom bright. ↗

— Vachel Lindsay

#dreams

The only credential the city asked was the boldness to dream. For those who did, it unlocked its gates and its treasures, not caring who they were or where they came from. ↗

— Moss Hart

#new-york-city #success #dreams

It has been said that the myth is a public dream, dreams are private myths. Unfortunately we give our mythic side scant attention these days. As a result, a great deal escapes us and we no longer understand our own actions. So it remains important and salutary to speak not only of the rational and easily understood, but also of enigmatic things: the irrational and the ambiguous. To speak both privately and publicly. ↗

— Mary Zimmerman

#dreams

If what we need to dream, to move our spirits most deeply and directly toward and through promise, is discounted as a luxury, then we give up the core -- the fountain -- of our power, our womanness; we give up the future of our worlds. (From "Poetry is Not a Luxury") ↗

— Audre Lorde

#dreams

Almost all arguments for skepticism make reference to seemingly ridiculous possibilities—we are being deceived by an evil demon, life is just a dream, we are brains in vats. You might propose psychoanalysis, rather than philosophical reflection, for anyone who worries about these possibilities. ↗

— Richard Feldman

#dreams

I was a great dreamer of day dreams. ↗

— Abraham Cahan

#dreamer #dreams #great #i

Night always turns to day again as long as the sun shall rise, so shall it be for darkened dreams grown pale from compromise ↗

— Tracy L. Conway

#nature #optimism #dreams