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Everywhere you are, I will be. Everywhere you go, I will go. I will follow you into your dreams, stay while you sleep, watch while you eat.” That sinful bottom lip touched hers, then played with it, brushing it, tugging on it, parting her mouth as if he had all the time in the world to play and coax. “I will be the very air you breathe. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#charlotte-featherstone #pride-and-passion #dreams

You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling. ↗

— Eames

#inception-the-shooting-script #dreams

The gunslinger waited for the time of the drawing and dreamed his long dreams of the Dark Tower, to which he would some day come at dusk and approach, winding his horn, to do some unimaginable final battle. ↗

— Stephen King

#dreams

Everyone makes a greater effort to hurt other people than to help himself. ↗

— Alexis Carrel

#everyone #greater #help #himself #hurt

I wanted to cry out. I wanted to wail. But all I could do was follow Emma in a state of mute shock and panic. It was like those terrible dreams where I was falling down, down, down from the top of a tall building. I always tried to call out for someone to catch me, but no one ever answered. ↗

— Sarah Shepard

#the-lying-game #dreams

There's a reason for every journey, and mine was prompted by boredom and the recklessness of youth, by a wish to break the bounds of my normal existence and familiarise myself with life and the world at large. ↗

— Walter Moers

#the-city-of-dreaming-books #walter-moers #dreams

Him's name is Roland, Mama. I dream about him, sometimes. Him's a King, too. ↗

— Stephen King

#dreams

In the trenches between the burial mounds hundreds of dead soldiers sat side by side with their heads against the torn earth, as if they had fallen asleep together in a deep dream of war. ↗

— J.G. Ballard

#dreams

I feel like I'm in a bad dream and I can't wake up ↗

— Sherri Lee Emmons

#dream #nightmare #the-sometimes-daughter #dreams

The bag was a hybrid I had picked up at a store called Suitcase City while I was plotting my comeback. [...] It had a logo on it -- a mountain ridgeline with the words "Suitcase City" printed across it like the Hollywood sign. Above it, skylights swept the horizon, completing the dream image of desire and hope. I think that logo was the real reason I liked the bag. Because I knew Suitcase City wasn't a store. It was a place. It was Los Angeles. ↗

— Michael Connelly

#los-angeles #restlessness #southern-california #transience #dreams