#dreams

To accomplish great things, we must not only act but also dream, not only plan, but also believe! ↗

— Anatole France

#dreams

He laced his fingers through mine and lifted my hand to his lips. I had gloves on, but he kissed exactly where I wore his ring. “Why are you so sweet?” I asked, my voice small. My heart beat rapidly, and every star peeping through the clouds seemed to be shining just for me. “I don’t think I’m that sweet. I mean, I just told you to be quiet. That’s one step away from asking you to wash my laundry and make me a sandwich.” “You know what I mean.” Seth pressed another kiss to my forehead. “I’m sweet because you make it easy to be sweet. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#succubus-dreams #dreams

When I get free, I believe I'll show you your spine. I'll hand it to you so casually, politely even, as if expecting you to remark upon it. ↗

— Kresley Cole

#dreams

In this metallic age of barbarians, only a relentless cultivation of our ability to dream, to analyse and to captivate can prevent our personality from degenerating into nothing or else into a personality like all the rest. ↗

— Fernando Pessoa

#personality #age

In my dreams, I never have an age. ↗

— Madeleine L'Engle

#dreams #age

He was rather clumsy and shy and looked as if he'd spent the last ten years of his life locked up in a library - hardly the kind of man any girl your age dreams of ... ↗

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

#dreams #library #shy #age

What kind of sick bastard burns down a Christmas tree?” Hugh and I exchanged glances. “That’s an excellent question,” I said dryly. Peter looked startled. “Was it you?” he asked Hugh. “No,” said the imp. “It was Carter.” “Your Christmas tree was burned down by an angel?” asked Cody. “Yup. The irony isn’t lost on me ↗

— Richelle Mead

#succubus-dreams #dreams

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect. ↗

— Franz Kafka

#first-sentence #insects #transformation #dreams

We have all been expelled from the Garden, but the ones who suffer most in exile are those who are still permitted to dream of perfection. ↗

— Stanley Kunitz

#dreams

No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence--that which makes its truth, its meaning--its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream--alone. ↗

— Joseph Conrad

#loneliness #dreams