#dreaming

Lonesome. Lonesome. I know what it means. Here all by my lonesome, dreaming empty dreams. Weary. Weary at the close of day, wondering if tomorrow brings me joy or sorrow. ↗

— Leon Redbone

#close #day #dreaming #dreams #empty

I had a dream about you last night... you sat in a cardboard box and said you were a tree. ↗

— Nicole McKay

#dreams #funny #humor #life #relationships

Finally, he knew the kind of loving that made two one and understood Jane was his world. His ocean, his country, his sun, his rain, his very heart. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#into-the-dreaming #karen-marie-moning #dreams

These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination. ↗

— Rabindranath Tagore

#inspirational #whimsical #dreams

Now I'm dreaming, will I ever find you now? I walk in circles but I'll never figure out What I mean to you, do I belong I try to fight this but I know I'm not that strong And I feel so helpless here Watch my eyes are filled with fear Tell me do you feel the same Hold me in your arms again I need your love I need your time When everything's wrong You make it right I feel so high I come alive I need to be free with you tonight I need your love ↗

— Ellie Goulding

#dreaming #freedom #love #dreams

He raised a hand in response and tossed the ear of corn into the wagon. Then he returned to his fantasy, imagining himself running the livery instead of working there, making the decisions, placing orders, selecting new horses, agreeing to board others, and hiring a boy to muck out the stalls and pitch hay. In his daydream, he no longer lived in the back room. He came home at night to a small house he’d bought with his earnings. Inside, a woman waited for him. A wife. In his fantasy her hair was as golden as the ear of corn he tossed into the wagon and her eyes as blue as the cloudless sky overhead. Catherine smiled at him and he could hear as well as see her say his name. “Jim! Welcome home. ↗

— Bonnie Dee

#home

This imaginary gift is a journey for your imagination. I send you... A luxury train ride. On this train are all the inspiring people you've ever wanted to meet or talk to. You glide from car to car, sitting or lying down on velvet lounge chairs, listening and asking questions. There is also a voluminous library on the train, with every book you've ever wanted to read or look at. Kind people bring you delicious tidbits to eat and nourishing liquids to drink. If you take a nap, time stands still until you return so you never miss anything. You receive a large journal filled with photographs, drawings and descriptions of your journey to take with you when you leave. You realize that you can board this train at any time. ↗

— S.A.R.K.

#creativity #dreaming #procrastination #writing #art

History has shown us all too often the consequences of dreaming poorly or not at all. ↗

— Jeff Vandermeer

#dreaming #history #often #poorly #shown

Was it only by dreaming or writing that I could find out what I thought? ↗

— Joan Didion

#could #dreaming #find #i #only

My school reports always used to point out that my concentration levels were appalling. I never listened in class because I was always daydreaming about racing. I never thought for a moment about doing anything else. There was no guarantee that I'd make a career in it but I never had any plan B. ↗

— Jenson Button

#always #any #anything #appalling #because