#is

If you can dream it, you can do it! ↗

— Patricia Gligor

#writing #dreams

He groaned and leaned his forehead against hers, “You drive me mad, Elizabeth. I dream I am holding you every night. I wake in a sweat, aching and disappointed. Dreams of you have replaced my nightmares, but they leave me empty and restless and my body on fire. I can't even remember why we argued. I don't care how things went wrong. ↗

— Judith James

#libertine-s-kiss #lizzy #william #dreams

We are a dream of a thought which lives trough the Word. ↗

— Sorin Cerin

#dreams

They were literally inches from being buried alive in this place, millions of miles from home or any sort of civilization, where they would never be found or mourned... and Caine continued to smile. Sweet heavens, he was completely out of his mind! ↗

— V.S. Carnes

#romance #dreams

Cine a ucis stelele? Cine a surpat drumul spre viitor al celor din morminte? ↗

— Ionel Teodoreanu

#dreams #hope #pragmatism #dreams

But this upland pass was the right place for remembering how, when I was young, I learned to feel for the harshness underneath every soft appearance. ↗

— Nuala O'Faolain

#dreams

The sleeper dreams of an egg and knows an egg. He dreams the egg is hatched and a bird rises from the shell. Awake, he sees an egg and knows a star, and the star will shine. But how shall we wake the sleeper from his dreaming? How shall we enter his chamber and wake him to power? We can show him the door, but how shall we give him the key? ↗

— Kristin Kladstrup

#the-book-of-story-beginnings #dreams

Kent had begun sleeping with his good eye open, for he knew the mark of sedition when he saw it. Even partway blinded, who could see it better? ↗

— V.S. Carnes

#romance #dreams

She was a little thing, too, inciting that basic compulsion in him as a man to protect her in so hectic a place as post-war Israel. Even so, his actions were borne out of an entirely different instinct, altogether: to fool her and anyone within a dart's range... to protect himself. ↗

— V.S. Carnes

#romance #dreams

Father is a school manqué ... He always wanted to write books. But he became rich instead, so is not allowed. ↗

— Iain Pears

#books #wealth #wishes #writing #dreams