#dreams

Survival starts by paying attention to what is close at hand and immediate. To look out with idle hope is tantamount to dreaming one's life away. ↗

— Yann Martel

#dreams

Thought is the greatest of pleasures —pleasure itself is only imagination—have you ever enjoyed anything more than your dreams? ↗

— Gustave Flaubert

#imagination #dreams

After dreaming about being in love for so long I finally got what it meant to actually be in it. ↗

— Amanda Howells

#dreams

My dreams are worthless, my plans are dust, my goals are impossible. All are of no value unless they are followed by action. ↗

— Og Mandino

#dreams

We took off our clothes, and we were basically in a sphere of love and light and warmth, and the rest of the world disappeared. It was better than I ever could have dreamed, it was that thing I had been looking for, that love mixed with the rapture of sex. ↗

— Anthony Kiedis

#sex #dreams

You have had a dream for so many years. Let today be the day you make a plan for it. Just think about how much more likely you are to hit your target when you finally aim at it. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#dreams #goals #motivational #plans #success

Goals are dreams with deadlines. ↗

— Diana Scharf

#dreams #goal #inspirational #dreams

Then she leaned slightly into him and said gently, “I don’t think you should be left be. I think you’re dealing with something heavy, you’re obviously doing it alone.” She threw a mitten-covered hand out to indicate the area, “You need to unload it, Chace.” Christ. Fuck. Christ. That voice, quiet, gentle, so fucking sweet saying his name, her eyes soft on him. Fuck. Better than he could have imagined. Better than he ever could have dreamed. And not his. Never to be his. Which meant finally hearing her say his name was torture. ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#kristen-ashley #dreams

My final word: don't follow your dreams . . . chase them. With a stick, or a shovel, or whatever you have handy. Get that [bleep]ing dream! ↗

— Maureen Johnson

#inspirational #dreams

Every night in my dreams, a man appeared from the darkest recesses of my mind, as if he'd been waiting for me to fall asleep. His mouth, full, masculine, would sear my flesh. His tongue, like flames across my skin, would send tiny sparks quaking through my body. Then he would dip south, and the heavens would open and a chorus singing hallelujah would ring out in perfect harmony. ↗

— Darynda Jones

#dream-guy #reyes #dreams