#dreams

Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes. ↗

— Carl Jung

#awakes #inside #looks #outside #who

I have at least the whole of my life to answer a question: Who am I? And who is the other? A gust of wind at dawn? A motionless landscape? A trembling leaf? A coil of white smoke above a mountain? I write all these words and I hear the wind, not outside, but inside my head. A strong wind, it rattles the shutters through which I enter the dream. ↗

— Tahar Ben Jelloun

#life-and-living #self-awareness #the-sand-child #dreams

Acting is also working with people who invite you into their dreams and trust you with their innermost being. ↗

— Catherine Deneuve

#also #being #dreams #innermost #into

There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this room, with living people. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice with her hair blown back; she was about to grasp something that just evaded her. There must be another life, here and now, she repeated. This is too short, too broken. We know nothing, even about ourselves. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#life #dreams

It doesn't matter if you're born in a duck yard, so long as you are hatched from a swan's egg! ↗

— Hans Christian Andersen

#beauty #dreams #ducks #empowerment #fairy-tales

While I slept you stood in the colorful night market with pyramids of bright fruit piled high Where those who loved you, rushing back to their intimate stalls, held out pears that had been dreamed for you And would the dream pear not come gladly once it knew this was you wanting to take it in? The dream pear chose reality, wanting your mouth as I did - Honestly, it was happy to be bitten. ↗

— Brenda Hillman

#dream #love #market #pear #dreams

Each has its lesson; for our dreams in sooth, come they in shape of demons, gods, or elves, are allegories with deep hearts of truth that tell us solemn secrets of ourselves. ↗

— Henry Timrod

#deep #demons #dreams #each #elves

Attempts to wake before our time are often punished, especially by those who love us most. Because they, bless them, are asleep. They think anyone who wakes up, or who, still asleep, realizes that what is taken to be real is a ‘dream’ is going crazy. ↗

— R.D. Laing

#consciousness #dreams

And in the horror of his realization over Simone was the knowledge that he'd never really loved Satara. He'd wanted to know love so badly that he'd contorted the concept of it to fit a relationship that it had no part in. This time love had come up behind him and clubbed him on the head when he hadn't been expecting it. ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#dreams

It is love and reason,' I said,'fleeing from all the madness of war. ↗

— H.G. Wells

#madness #reason #war #dreams