#dreams

I missed you,” she cried into him. Standing on top of the snow gave him an additional few inches on her and she rested her head against his chest. She could hear nothing within, just her own heartbeat echoing. ↗

— Thomm Quackenbush

#love #romance #romantic #dreams

Yr had a region called the Fear-bog. Lactamaeon had taken her there once to see the monsters and corpses of her nightmares accumulating there from year after year of terrifying dreams. They had swum through the almost solid ground. She had said, What is that awful stench? Shame and secrecy, Bird-one, shame and secrecy, he had answered. ↗

— Joanne Greenberg

#dreams

I was told once by some country people that a magician should never tell his dreams because the telling will make them come true. But I say that is great nonsense. ↗

— Susanna Clarke

#magic #magicians #dreams

So I sing I sing to get on with it I sing to say afloat I float to stay free I do not commit so that I can keep dreaming and I dream so that the possibilities remain perfect ↗

— Heather Nova

#dreams

I think we make our own hell down here during our life times- the penalty for not being true; the punishment for fear; we suffer the consequences ↗

— Heather Nova

#dreams

Dreams can be like charades in which we act out words rather than see or speak them. ↗

— Jane Roberts

#dreams #like #out #rather #see

Remember thee! remember thee! Till Lethe quench life's burning stream Remorse and shame shall cling to thee, And haunt thee like a feverish dream! Remember thee! Aye, doubt it not. Thy husband too shall think of thee: By neither shalt thou be forgot, Thou false to him, thou fiend to me! ↗

— George Gordon Byron

#lord-byron #love-affair #dreams

The celebrity syndrome. When people forget who they are and start to believe what other people say about them. The Superclass, everyone's dream, a world without shadows or darkness, where yes is the only possible answer to any request. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#the-winner-stands-alone #dreams

He is indeed the true enchanter, whose spell operates, not upon the senses, but upon the imagination and the heart. ↗

— Washington Irving

#enchanter #fantasy #heart #imagination #magic

Gloria watched the swollen white orb of a hot-air balloon rising over Navy Pier and knew she had to break it off with Oliver, for he was the type who would never enjoy hot-air balloons, Van Morrison songs, or mess, whether from orgasm or otherwise. But who was she to be dreaming about mess today? ↗

— Andrea Kayne Kaufman

#music #ocd #oxford #poetry #redemptive