#dream

. . .my dreams are the single unpredictable factor in my zoned days and nights. Nobody allots them, or censors them. Dreams are all I have ever truly owned. ↗

— David Mitchell

#dreams

...because I rant not, neither rave of what I feel, can you be so shallow as to dream that I feel nothing? ↗

— R.D. Blackmore

#dreams

Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was myself. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man. ↗

— Zhuangzi

#spirituality #dreams

People who lack the clarity, courage, or determination to follow their own dreams will often find ways to discourage yours. Live your truth and don't EVER stop! ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#courage #determination #follow-your-dreams #inspirational #living

I've pursued dreams and achieved them, but I don't think anybody should think their life is incomplete if they don't follow some dream. Happiness doesn't come from achievements, or money, or any sort of treasure. Happiness is a frame of mind, not a destination. It's appreciating what you've got and building relationships with those around you. ↗

— Janette Rallison

#happiness #inspiration #dreams

It is a happiness to wonder; -- it is a happiness to dream. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#happiness #morella #short-story #wonder #dreams

But for me the sweetest contact with God has no form. I close my eyes, look within, and enter a deep soft silence. The infinity of God's creation embraces me. ↗

— Michael Jackson

#god #religion #dreams

Natalya asked, "How'd you escape all the vampires out for your head?" In a monotone voice, Lothaire stated, "I'm that good. ↗

— Kresley Cole

#dreams

But we were born of risen apes, not fallen angels, and the apes were armed killers besides. And so what shall we wonder at? Our murders and massacres and missiles, and our irreconcilable regiments? Or our treaties whatever they may be worth; our symphonies however seldom they may be played; our peaceful acres, however frequently they may be converted into battlefields; our dreams however rarely they may be accomplished. The miracle of man is not how far he has sunk but how magnificently he has risen. We are known among the stars by our poems, not our corpses. ↗

— Robert Ardrey

#humanity #dreams

You probably even dream about me.” His gaze lowered to my mouth. I felt my lips part. “I bet you even write my name in your notebooks, over and over again, with a little heart drawn around it. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#obsidian #dreams