#dreams

The world is a giant eye, staring back at the stars. When it tires, it closes its lids--just as I am doing now--and gives way to dreams, which is why the night is so much more mysterious than the day. ↗

— Sean Stewart

#night #dreams

No I'm not a dream, I'm your worst nightmare ↗

— C.T. Todd

#drama #horror #romance #vampire #dreams

And off we go, out onto the highway looking for a little fun. Perhaps a flatbed truck loaded with human cadavers will explode in front of a Star Trek reunion. One can only dream and hope. ↗

— George Carlin

#funny-accidents #humor #star-trek #dreams

But a small part of him also knew that the reason he'd never ventured anywhere was because of the worry that the reality of the world wouldn't match up to his dreams. ↗

— Jennifer E. Smith

#reality #dreams

Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your dispositions to be married" It is an honor that I dream not of ↗

— William Shakespeare

#dreams

I place my fingers upon these keys typing 2,000 dreams per minute and naked of spirit dance forth my cosmic vortex upon this crucifix called language. ↗

— Aberjhani

#books #creativity #determination #dreams #endurance

So we went to bed, assaulted by sleep that fumed at us from medicine glasses, or was wielded from small sweet-coated tablets -- dainty bricks of dream wrapped in the silk stockings of oblivion. ↗

— Janet Frame

#dreams

You were never one to moon over handsome boys, or talk about balls and parties, or dream about your future husband.” “That was because of Merripen,” Win admitted. “He was all I ever wanted. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#dreams

Life becomes interesting for the possibility to fulfill a dream. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#coelho #dream #life #dreams

I used to rush into strange dreams at night: dreams many-coloured, agitated, full of the ideal, the stirring, the stormy--dreams where, amidst unusual scenes, charged with adventure, with agitating risk and romantic chance, I still again and again met Mr. Rochester, always at some exciting crisis; and then the sense of being in his arms, hearing his voice, meeting his eye, touching his hand and cheek, loving him, being loved by him--the hope of passing a lifetime at his side, would be renewed, with all its first force and fire. Then I awoke. Then I recalled where I was, and how situated. Then I rose up on my curtainless bed, trembling and quivering; and then the still, dark night witnessed the convulsion of despair, and heard the burst of passion. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#love #passion #dreams