#dream

The most puzzling thing in the entire encounter occurred at a certain stage very late in the conversation, when she discovered she had been talking to a man. She had the feeling of a dream where things and people transmogrify, characters dissolve from one to the other like tricks in a film, monsters in a bottle. She had the sense, the very distinct sense, of her companion's female gender; she had been pleased to find it, had relaxed into it, had been even more delighted to find it coupled with an elegant wit and a sense of both joy and irony. The forces of life, she thought to herself, are flying high tonight. ↗

— Peter Carey

#dreams

Înţelege tot. Eu îl insult şi el mă urăşte. Sau invers" rîdea el. ↗

— Giovanni Arpino

#dreams #love #scent-of-a-woman #dreams

He mouthed the words to her that she could not see, and that she could not hear. It was all he dared tonight, strangers in a castle, strangers to this land, their future a great black question mark and an ending he could not foresee. He bent his lips to her ear and said without breathe: Lia-heart. Little dragon. I love you too. ↗

— Shana Abe

#dreams

The Australian aborigines, reckoned to be among the most primitive of races upon evidence that is far from conclusive, have a region that is well-developed. They worship the Earth Mother, and recognise in their graceful, plaintive stories the prior existence of culture heroes as well limned as any in Valhalla. To an amazing degree they feel the reality of the metaphysical world they have created––the dream-time, which is neither a dream nor a period, or if it is a period is one which has no dimension, so that the past and the present exist together. ↗

— Olaf Ruhen

#indigenous-peoples #dreams

As they stood there, the world falling apart around them, Grigor had a feeling of dread settle over his heart; but despite that, he was glad that he was with Olivia once again. ↗

— Michael Hibbard

#dreams

Are you okay?” “Well, I’d prefer to be in my own bedroom at home, dreaming of ponies and rainbows, but since I’m stuck here, I guess I’m as good as I can be. ↗

— L.J. Kentowski

#cassandra-cosgrove #fate- #dreams

A drawing begins with 1 line; a story begins with 1 word; a dream begins with 1 idea, and they all die with 1 doubt. Believe in yourself. ↗

— Giuseppe Bianco

#dreams

I still pictured my interior just the same as any other sixteen-year-old girl's. Blood, guts and bones. A brain, and a functioning heart. Hopes and dreams, feras and sorrow. They could tell me the truth, but they couldn't force me to accept it. ↗

— Debra Drize

#dreams

Lia, all that I am is what I do. I'm not meant for a tame sort of life, to dwell in bucolic splendor. I'm a city rat. I ache for it. I was made for it. And I wouldn't expect you to live as I do. I wouldn't want that for you. But its all I have to offer." "Then--I accept." He brought a hand to his forehead and began to laugh. "Its like being snared in a sugartrap. You wont listen. ↗

— Shana Abe

#zane #dreams

Pinch me…I want to make sure this isn’t some wonderful reality. ↗

— Bauvard

#funny #humor #pinching #reality #dreams