#dreams

. . . finally, I couldn't imagine how I could live without books, and I stopped dreaming about marrying that Chinese prince. . . . ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#books #dreams

Give a truly good person power, and they’re still a good person. Give a bad person power, and they’re still a bad person. The question is always about the person in between. The one that isn’t evil, or good, but just ordinary. You don’t always know what an ordinary person is like on the inside. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#dreams

I speak to the Black experience, but I am always talking about the human condition--about what we can endure, dream, fail at and survive. ↗

— Maya Angelou

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Worry drains the mind of its power and, sooner or later, it injures the soul ↗

— Robin S. Sharma

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Freud thought that a psychosis was a waking dream, and that poets were daydreamers too, but I wonder if the reverse is not as often true, and that madness is a fiction lived in like a rented house ↗

— William H. Gass

#poetry #poets #dreams

In my dreams of this city I am always lost. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#lost #dreams

For one week, all I could think about was drinking margaritas--well, that and running my tongue along Reyes's teeth--but I didn't have salt--or Reyes's teeth. I'd also lacked the energy to leave my apartment to get some--or the desire to stoop low enough to beg Reyes to let me lick his teeth after what he did--so I could only wish for a margarita. And dream of Reyes's teeth. I'd secretly hoped a margarita would magically appear in my hand, but that would mean I would have to put down the remote, and God knew that was not going to happen. ↗

— Darynda Jones

#margarita #dreams

All I want is to sleep--to dream. Life is better in dreams. ↗

— Christina Westover

#dreams #literary-fiction #literary-quotes #poisoning-sylvie #san-francisco

It's a thrill to fulfill your own childhood dreams, but as you get older, you may find that enabling the dreams of others is even more fun. ↗

— Randy Pausch

#childhood-dream #life-lessons #dreams

I couldn't tell fact from fiction, Or if the dream was true My only sure prediction In this world was you. I'd touch your features inchly. Beard love and dared the cost, The sented spiel reeled me unreal And I found my senses lost. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#poetry #dreams