#dreams

God exists only if adored Time is nothing if one has not dreamed ("Painting") ↗

— Pierre Reverdy

#time #dreams

I think back to my dream of the boy, because in it I find solace. I like that word. I'm going to make it my word of the year. There is just something about that boy that makes me feel like I belong. Belong. Long to be. Weird word, but semantics aside, it is up there with solace. ↗

— Melina Marchetta

#solace #dreams

How foolish to yearn to ask the very person who'd caused the pain to heal it ↗

— Judith McNaught

#foolishness #sad #westmoreland #dreams

I think Bonzo died. I dreamed about it last night. I remembered the way he looked after I jammed his face with my head. I think I must have pushed his nose back into his brain. The blood was coming out of his eyes. I think he was dead right then. ↗

— Orson Scott Card

#dreams

I must confess, I have always wondered what lay beyond life, my dear..Yeah, everybody wonders. And sooner or later everybody gets to find out. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#sandman #dreams

The more God asks us to participate in His mysteries, the more disoriented we become, because He asks us constantly to follow our dreams and our hearts. And that's difficult to do when we're used to living in a different way. Finally we discover, to our surprise, that God wants us to be happy, because He is the Father. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#following-your-dreams #following-your-heart #god #god-s-mysteries #dreams

All those days had been removed, simply and precisely, whole weeks brimming with cloudless blue skies neatly severed and discarded. We needed Beth's name shouted not whispered. ↗

— Karen Foxlee

#dreams

What are you doing?” Len asked. “It will sound stupid if I tell you,” Jim said. “No it won’t. Tell me.” “I made a wish.” “What did you wish for?” Jim looked into his eyes, “That we will always be as happy as we are, right now, at this very moment in time. ↗

— Ryan Field

#happily-ever-after #m-m-romance #dreams

Some times our thoughts and dreams are more real than the rest of our experience and at other momentsthat which happens to us overshadows anything we might imagine. ↗

— Keith Donohue

#dreams

In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living. They took place in solitude. But with action came anxiety, and the sense of insuperable effort made to match the dream, and with it came weariness, discouragement, and the flight into solitude again. And then in solitude, in the opium den of remembrance, the possibility of pleasure again. What was she seeking to salvage from the daily current of living, what sudden revulsions drove her back into the solitary cell of the dream? ↗

— Anaïs Nin

#solitude #dreams