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Tell me, if I take you to my room and put you in my bed, what do you think would happen?" "I can draw you a diagram. Hint: I'm slot B, and you're tab A. ↗

— Kresley Cole

#berserker #declan-chase #dreams-of-a-dark-warrior #immortals-after-dark #kresley-cole

I don't dream at night, I dream at day, I dream all day; I'm dreaming for living. ↗

— Steven Spielberg

#dreams

Beyond the picket fences and the oil wells, the happy endings, and the fairy tales, is the reality of shattered lives and broken dreams. We carry on. ↗

— Tim McGraw

#inspirational #song-lyrics #dreams

Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor. Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day, turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light, and listen to the music of the night... Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams, purge your thoughts of the life you knew before. Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar, and live, as you never lived before! ↗

— Charles Hart

#night #dreams

She could sense it very clearly: for me, no less than for her, the past counted far more than the present, remembering something far more than possessing it. Compared to memory, every possession can only ever seem disappointing, banal, inadequate ... She understood me so well! My anxiety that the present 'immediately' turned into the past so that I could love it and dream about it at leisure was just like hers, was identical. It was 'our' vice, this: to go forwards with our heads forever turned back. ↗

— Giorgio Bassani

#nostalgia #dreams

The more my dream are fulfilled the quicklier they become realities losing their shine. ↗

— Ai Yazawa

#nana #reality #dreams

With my career I want to either make something or make an impact. Writers both make something, and make an impact.
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— Jarod Kintz

#impact #write #writers #writing #career

I don't hate it here," she said automatically. Surprising herself, she realized that as much as she'd been trying to convince herself otherwise, she was telling the truth. "It's just that I don't belong here." He gave her a meloncholy smile. "If it's any consolation, when I was growing up, I didn't feel like I belonged here, either. I dreamed about going to New York. But it's strange, because when I finally escaped this place, I ended up missing it more than I thought I would. There's something about the ocean that just calls to me. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#home #life #new-york #nicholas-sparks #the-last-song

Live not for Battles Won. Live not for The-End-of-the-Song. Live in the along. ↗

— Gwendolyn Brooks

#living #poetry #end

He is a great enough magician to tap our most common nightmares, daydreams and twilight fancies, but he never invented them either: he found them a place to live, a green alternative to each day's madness here in a poisoned world. We are raised to honor all the wrong explorers and discoverers - thieves planting flags, murderers carrying crosses. Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams. ↗

— Peter S. Beagle

#inspirational #tolkien #dreams