#dreams

In my fool hardy youth, when my friends were dreaming of heroic deeds in the realms of engineering and law, finance and national politics, I dreamt of becoming a librarian. ↗

— Alberto Manguel

#librarian #libraries #library #dreams

Best thing that ever happened to me, that shredded washer," he whispered. "Too bad I didn't know what a washer was or I would have shredded it myself," I whispered back and he burst out laughing. ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#law-man #mara #mitch #dreams

One of the tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon - instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today. ↗

— Dale Carnegie

#living #dreams

It was that sort of sleep in which you wake every hour and think to yourself that you have not been sleeping at all; you can remember dreams that are like reflections, daytime thinking slightly warped. ↗

— Kim Stanley Robinson

#insomnia #restlessness #sadness #sleep #dreams

What do you know about life? " Bitterness ached in her throat. " You were born with everything. You never had to struggle for a single thing you wanted, never had to worry if you'd be accepted or loved or wanted back." He stared at her, grateful for the moment that she couldn't see that he'd spent nearly half of his life worrying that she, the single thing he wanted, would accept him, love him, and want him back. ↗

— Nora Roberts

#dreams

Nights through dreams tell the myths forgotten by the day. ↗

— C.G. Jung

#mythology #dreams

To accomplish great things, we must not only act but also dream, not only plan, but also believe! ↗

— Anatole France

#dreams

She gave him a cool glance over her shoulder. "May your balls wither away and you develope an allergy to Viagra and all its counterparts." He looked at her, stunned. And then he suddenly exploded into laughter. "God, you're a formidable woman" "No, I'm not. I'm soft, remember?" She slammed the door behind her. ↗

— Iris Johansen

#dreams

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn. In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming. ↗

— H.P. Lovecraft

#evil #h-p-lovecraft #horror #weird #dreams

Is — is any of this real?" she asked. "Are you real?" He lifted a hand to her cheek, his fingers brushing her jaw. "Even if this is a dream," he whispered, "I'm not." Isobel's eyes widened, recognizing those words as her own, the same ones she had once uttered to him. She reached for him, her arms twining around his neck, drawing him closer so his scent poured over her, that combination of incense, citrus, and dried leaves overriding the funeral funeral smell of the crowding flowers. "Don't leave," she breathed. "I'm here," he whispered. "Right here. Waiting. ↗

— Kelly Creagh

#varen-nethers #dreams