#dreams

Man needed to dream. Yes, he needed to believe in illusions, to aspire to something more than the miserable, hostile life that suffocated him. ↗

— Félix J. Palma

#dreams

You know you've done enough When every bone is sore, You know you've prayed enough When you don't ask any more, You know you're coming to some kind of understanding When every dream you've dreamed has passed And your still standing. ↗

— Patty Griffin

#dreams

It's okay to be a loser, these are people who tried to blend in with the world, still get the disrespect he doesn't deserve. decides to be just themselves. and still there's a girl you dream about, has someone else. ↗

— Jericho Pasaoa

#dreams

To me who dreamed so much as a child, who made a dreamworld in which I was the heroine of an unending story, the lives of people around me continued to have a certain storybook quality. I learned something which has stood me in good stead many times — The most important thing in any relationship is not what you get but what you give. ↗

— Eleanor Roosevelt

#dreams

Intelligence is the key to achieve your dreams. ↗

— Jennifer Lim

#intelligence #life #dreams

He looked at them and saw their faces did not fit. The skin on the skulls crawled and twitched like half-solid paste. All the heads in his angle of vision seemed irregular lumps, like potatoes but without a potato’s repose: potatoes with crawling surfaces punctured by holes which opened and shut, holes blocked with coloured jelly or fringed with bone stumps, elastic holes through which air was sucked or squirted, holes secreting salt, wax, spittle and snot. He grasped a pencil in his trouser pocket, wishing it were a knife he could thrust through his cheek and use to carve his face down to the clean bone. But that was foolish. Nothing clean lay under the face. He thought of sectioned brains, palettes, eyeballs and ears seen in medical diagrams and butcher’s shops. He thought of elastic muscle, pulsing tubes, gland sacks full of lukewarm fluid, the layers of cellular and fibrous and granular tissues inside a head. What was felt as tastes, caresses, dreams and thoughts could be seen as a cleverly articulated mass of garbage. ↗

— Alasdair Gray

#potato #sensitive-artiste #dreams

Life is a relentless expulsion from where we come from and an ongoing deportation to alien realms. We are in exile and our greatest dream is to return to the lost land. It is the greatest dream because no matter how long our exile is going to last, the dream will remain. It is the greatest dream because when we finally care only for this dream, then our exile will be over. ↗

— Franco Santoro

#exile #dreams

Dreaming is what you do when your eyes are closed...living is what you do with that dream once you open your eyes! ↗

— Nathan Parks

#angels-and-demons #dark #darkfantasy #demons #religious

The street of dream is not in my mind so that it can get erased. It stays in my heart for more than that circulate inside it. Once Upon at Independence Day-2012 ↗

— Mirza Sharafat

#love #poetry #quotes #dreams

Dani," Decker said firmly. "Trust me, this is not a dream." "Why is it you men always say trust me before spitting out something completely unpalatable?" she asked, irritation flickering through her. "Vampires aren't supposed to be real. And how come you had to be a cute vampire? You should be a dog. All evil, vile people should look as ugly as they are inside." "We aren't ev--" Decker halted his denial, and then did something she hadn't yet seen him do and lifted his lips in a very rare-and in her opinion, totally inappropriate-grin as he asked, "You think I'm cute? ↗

— Lynsay Sands

#decker #dreams