#dreams

It won't happen yet, Ellen mused, mashing cooked carrots for Jill's lunch. Breakups seldom do. It will unfold slowly, one little tell- tale symptom after another like some awful, hellish flower. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#love #dreams

Mariela had tried to discern what love was made of, but love was not easily discipherable. It was a quickened heart, a trembling mouth, a breath, a quake, a dream. It was physical and metaphysical, territorial and saintly. It was sacrificing and jealous, maudlin and profound, well-anticipated and entirely unpredictable, and she found it in all its various guises at the end of a long loneliness that she had thought would last her lifetime. ↗

— Lane von Herzen

#dreams

The eighth gift is Imagination. May it nourish your visions and dreams. ↗

— Charlene Costanzo

#character-building #dreams #imagination #inspiration #self-worth

An old dream with a shiny new veneer. It's fascinating, you know, how an obsolete madness is sometimes adopted and stylized in an attempt to ghoulishly preserve it. These are the days of second-hand fantasies and antiquated hysteria. ("The Chymist") ↗

— Thomas Ligotti

#hysteria #madness #obsolete #dreams

In the early hours of the morning the house was dark and quiet. […] and Elizabeth lay in bed wide awake. Images of Mr. Darcy’s face, his nod, and his tall, handsome demeanour flooded her thoughts. She knew that even if she were spared these thoughts by sleep coming upon her, he would invade her dreams. And when she did fall asleep just before dawn,he was there just as she had expected. ↗

— Kara Louise

#dreams

God exists only if adored Time is nothing if one has not dreamed ("Painting") ↗

— Pierre Reverdy

#time #dreams

I think back to my dream of the boy, because in it I find solace. I like that word. I'm going to make it my word of the year. There is just something about that boy that makes me feel like I belong. Belong. Long to be. Weird word, but semantics aside, it is up there with solace. ↗

— Melina Marchetta

#solace #dreams

How foolish to yearn to ask the very person who'd caused the pain to heal it ↗

— Judith McNaught

#foolishness #sad #westmoreland #dreams

I think Bonzo died. I dreamed about it last night. I remembered the way he looked after I jammed his face with my head. I think I must have pushed his nose back into his brain. The blood was coming out of his eyes. I think he was dead right then. ↗

— Orson Scott Card

#dreams

I must confess, I have always wondered what lay beyond life, my dear..Yeah, everybody wonders. And sooner or later everybody gets to find out. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#sandman #dreams