#dreams

We should be dreaming. We grew up as kids having dreams, but now we're too sophisticated as adults, as a nation. We stopped dreaming. We should always have dreams. ↗

— Herb Brooks

#dreaming #dreams #grew #having #kids

You know, Willie Wonka said it best: we are the makers of dreams, the dreamers of dreams. ↗

— Herb Brooks

#best #dreamers #know #makers #said

You seemed so far away," Miss Honey whispered, awestruck. "Oh, I was. I was flying past the stars on silver wings," Matilda said. "It was wonderful. ↗

— Roald Dahl

#imagination #matilda #dreams

After all, we were young. We were fourteen and fifteen, scornful of childhood, remote from the world of stern and ludicrous adults. We were bored, we were restless, we longed to be seized by any whim or passion and follow it to the farthest reaches of our natures. We wanted to live – to die – to burst into flame – to be transformed into angels or explosions. Only the mundane offended us, as if we secretly feared it was our destiny . By late afternoon our muscles ached, our eyelids grew heavy with obscure desires. And so we dreamed and did nothing, for what was there to do, played ping-pong and went to the beach, loafed in backyards, slept late into the morning – and always we craved adventures so extreme we could never imagine them. In the long dusks of summer we walked the suburban streets through scents of maple and cut grass, waiting for something to happen. ↗

— Steven Millhauser

#suburbia #summer #dreams

There are magic moments, involving great physical fatigue and intense motor excitement, that produce visions of people known in the past ("en me retraçant ces détails, j'en suis à me demander s'ils sont réels, ou bien si je les ai rêvés"). As I learned later from the delightful little book of the Abbé de Bucquoy, there are also visions of books as yet unwritten. ↗

— Umberto Eco

#dreams #imagination #magic #visions #writing

Instead they dream of furniture Of buying a new hat Of owning matching silverware Could you imagine that? Yes there are places in the world Where dreams are almost dead So please my child do keep in mind Before you go to bed To dream a dream as big As big could ever dream to be Then dream a dream ten times as big As that one dream you see Please dream for those who’ve given up For those who’ve never tried Please use your dream to make new dreams For all the dreams that died So when you think your dreaming’s done Just remember what I said ‘Close your eyes my child and dream That perfect dream inside your head. ↗

— Dallas Clayton

#dreams

Lovemaking is more than sex, it's a connecting of hearts, meeting of minds, & touching of souls." ~ Dr. Scott Hensley ↗

— Pamela S. Thibodeaux

#contemporary-christian-fiction #contemporary-western-romance #cowboy-romance #inspirational-with-an-edge #pamela-s-thibodeaux

To respect the dignity of a relationship also implies accepting the end when it comes. Except in my mind, except in my dreams, where the aftertaste of her still lingers. ↗

— André P. Brink

#endings #relationships #dreams

One noći smo bili, rekao sam mu, ispred neke kuće na Florin bulevaru... Lynn je želela da hoda bosa, skinula je cipele i stavila ih u tašnu. Šetali smo tako ispred te kuće... Onda je ulicom prošla neka dečurlija sa maskama na licu. Vraćali su se sa nekog karnevala. Jedan od njih je prišao Lynn i upitao je: - Zbog čega vi hodate bosi? Zaustavili su se i napravili krug oko nas. Svi zajedno su imali godina koliko i mi. - Tako se brže hoda, odgovorila im je. - Stvarno?, rekli su svi u glas. - Da, rekla je Lynn, skineš cipele samo onda kad odlučiš kuda želiš da ideš. Kuda vi želite da idete? - U Diznilend, rekli su - Skinite onda cipele, rekla je Lynn. Bićete tamo za pet minuta. Klinci su stvarno poskidali cipele i pojurili ka Diznilendu. - Pogledaj ih, rekla mi je, žure da stignu svoj san. ↗

— Milan Oklopdžić

#life #dreams

He shot to his feet, faced off against her. "No more mercy for ye, Valkyrie." Holding nothing back, he launched a haymaker at her head. She ducked and laughed. "That accent you work so hard to hide is coming out! Are ye feckin' Oirish this time? Eh, boyo?" She leapt atop his desk, punting the side of his head. "Those swords are mine! Touch them, and I'll use 'em to slice off your nutsack! For a coin purse! ↗

— Kresley Cole

#berserker #declan-chase #dreams-of-a-dark-warrior #immortals-after-dark #kresley-cole