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She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of hope and illusion, and possessed an indefinable something that had passed away forever. Where was it now--the glory and the dream? ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#growing-up #life #dreams

Here I am Looking at the world’s mirror Finding myself at the center of a maze Constructing the roots of a dream for a nationless society by the power of peace ↗

— Rixa White

#finding-myself #nationless-society #power-of-peace #roots-of-a-dream #silentaria

But at night we began dreaming of Man's perfect world without humanity (57) ↗

— Walter Mosley

#dreams

Sometimes I wait at the bottom of those dark stairs, I sit at the bottom of the stairs, I wait beyond the bottom of the stairs and listen to the sounds my wife and children make as they sleep, the sounds our animals make as they step carefully through our dreams and out the other side to polished floor and cold window. Sometimes I wait so long I become unsure if I am asleep, or awake, or dead. ↗

— Steve Rasnic Tem

#awake #children #cold-window #dead #dreams

You don't ask questions of an attic ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#profound #telling #dreams

And once the novelist has brought us to this state, in which, as in all purely mental states, every emotion is multiplied ten-fold, into which his book comes disturb us as might a dream, but a dream more lucid and more abiding than those that come to us in sleep, why then, for the space of an hour he sets free within us all the joys and sorrows in the world. ↗

— Marcel Proust

#swann-s-way #dreams

if ucan dream it, u can do it! ↗

— blades of glory jimmy!

#dreams

If you love someone your freedom is curtailed, if you love someone you give up much of your privacy, if you love someone you are not merely one person but half of a couple, to think or behave any other way is to risk losing that love. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#freedom

Already he had achieved a tremendous success, as the great wings of an Elder had lifted him above the impossible, and were carrying him ever closer to the possible. ↗

— Stephen Zimmer

#stephen-zimmer #dreams

Yet I feel like Theseus running madly through the coils of the labyrinth with horrors following at my heels and every twist bringing a new and dreaded sight. I dream and it pursues me I am sunk so far in horror heaped upon horror that I cannot taste wine or see the sun above. The world has ended and I don't know why I yet Live ↗

— Jo Graham

#isle-of-the-dead #dreams