#dream

Then the boat turned towards me, and stayed its pace, and floated slowly by within my hand's reach, yet I durst not handle it. It waded deep, as if it were heavily burdened, and it seemed to me as it passed under my gaze that it was almost filled with clear water, from which came the light; and lapped in the water a warrior lay asleep. A broken sword was on his knee. I saw many wounds on him. it was Boromir, my brother, dead. I knew his gear, his sword, his beloved face. One thing only I missed: his horn. One thing only I knew not: a fair belt, as it were of linked golden leaves, about his waist. Boromir! I cried. Where is thy horn? Whither goest thou? O Boromir! But he was gone. The boat turned into the stream and passed glimmering on into the night. Dreamlike it was, and yet no dream, for there was no waking. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#faramir #dreams

Dream is the personalized myth, myth the depersonalized dream; both myth and dream are symbolic in the same general way of the dynamic of the psyche. But in the dream the forms are quirked by the peculiar troubles of the dreamer, whereas in myth the problems and solutions sown are directly valid for all mankind ↗

— Joseph Campbell

#myth #dreams

Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#haunted #thoughts #dreams

Always wear cute pyjamas to bed, you'll never know who u will meet in your dreams. ↗

— Joel Madden

#bed #cute #dreams #know #meet

Dying is the fastest route to fame for an aspiring rock star. The dead man’s melodies become profound, acquiring deep mystery and rising into a realm beyond the reach of human criticism. In the stopping of a heartbeat, the rocker is transformed from decadent, depraved hedonist into misunderstood genius. Aye, death and musical stardom go together like Scotland and rain. ↗

— Mark Rice

#fame #immortality #mark-rice #metallic-dreams #music

The mind picks some very bad times to take a walk doesn't it? ↗

— Jeff Lindsay

#walk #dreams

Something about the circus stirs their souls, and they ache for it when it is absent. ↗

— Erin Morgenstern

#dreams #travel #dreams

In my dreams I’ll always see you soar Above the sky In my heart There always be a place For you for all my life I’ll keep a part Of you with me And everywhere I am There you’ll be ↗

— Faith Hill

#dreams

I'm trying..." How could I put it? "I'm trying to get far enough down the line so that I can remember." I stopped, then continued: "so that I can remember without the pain killing me" And the days were stacking up. And weeks. And months. It was now almost the middle of June and he'd died in February, but I still felt like I'd just woken from a horrible dream, that I was suspended in that stunned, paralyzed state between sleep and reality where I was grasping for, but couldn't get a handle on normality. ↗

— Marian Keyes

#anna #dreams

As her analyst had told her: the deeper buried the distress, the further into the body it went. The digestive system was about as far as it could go to hide. ↗

— Richard Matheson

#dreams