#dream

...How terrible, those dreams before sleep were—the worse kind, mixing hope with despair... ↗

— John Geddes

#dreams #hope #poetry-quotes #sleep #terrible

That’s how I know they are dreams. Because the simple and plain and everyday things are the ones that we can never have. (Cassia Reyes) ↗

— Ally Condie

#life #reality #dreams

I thought I was dreaming. It was the most amazing moment of my entire life. Not only is Bill the love of my life, but he's also my best friend. I couldn't believe my dream guy was asking me to marry him! ↗

— Giuliana Rancic

#amazing #asking #believe #best #best friend

Dreams are the touchstones of our characters. ↗

— Henry David Thoreau

#dreams #touchstones #dreams

Youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#dreams

It is a sad day when one looks back and sees that his largest regrets have become some of the most integral elements of his dreams. ↗

— John Knowles

#dreams

Sometimes, a word succeeds beyond the wildest dreams of its creators, like a virus sent into the world to infect common speech. ↗

— Jasper Fforde

#language #dreams

The American Dream has become a death sentence of drudgery, consumerism, and fatalism: a garage sale where the best of the human spirit is bartered away for comfort, obedience and trinkets. It's unequivocally absurd. ↗

— Zoltan Istvan

#absurdism #american-dream #culture #modern-society #society

That the life of man is but a dream, many a man has surmised heretofore; and I, too, am everywhere pursued by this feeling. When I consider the narrow limits within which our active and inquiring faculties are confined; when I see how all our energies are wasted in providing for mere necessities, which again have no further end than to prolong a wretched existence; and then that all our satisfaction concerning certain subjects of investigation ends in nothing better than a passive resignation, whilst we amuse ourselves painting our prison-walls with bright figures and brilliant landscapes, — when I consider all this, Wilhelm, I am silent. I examine my own being, and find there a world, but a world rather of imagination and dim desires, than of distinctness and living power. Then everything swims before my senses, and I smile and dream while pursuing my way through the world. ↗

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

#dreams

Now you're going East with Sal," Galatea said, "and what do you think you're going to accomplish by that? Camille has to stay home and mind the baby now you're gone--how can she keep her job? and she never wants to see you again and I don't blame her. If you see Ed along the road you tell him to come back to me or I'll kill him." Just as flat as that. It was the saddest night. I felt as if I was with strange brothers and sisters in a pitiful dream. Then a complete silence fell over everybody; where once Dean would have talked his way out, he now fell silent himself, but standing in front of everybody, ragged and broken and idiotic, right under the lightbulbs, his bony mad face covered with sweat and throbbing veins, saying, "Yes, yes, yes," as though tremendous revelations were pouring into him all the time now, and I am convinced they were, and the others suspected as much and were frightened. He was BEAT--the root, the soul of Beatific. ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#beat-generation #dreams