#time

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

— Sherri Lee Emmons

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

No, what numbed these fields, peopled with bad dreams was not the oppressive grip of a plague but rather an ailing retreat, a sort of sad widowhood. Man had started to subdue these vacant expanses, then had grown weary of eating into it, and now even the desire to preserve what had been claimed had perished. He had established everywhere an ebb, a sorrowful withdrawal. His cuttings into the forest, which were seen at long intervals, had lost their hard edges, their distinct notches: now a thick brushwood had driven its sabbath into the broad daylight of the glades, hiding the naked trunks as high as their lowest branches. ↗

— Julien Gracq

#time #woods #dreams

I was either still dreaming or I had entered an alternate reality where I was a flippin' insane person. I doubted I had entered an alternate reality and a quick slap to my own face proved I wasn't still dreaming. -Sage Hannigan, Contingency ↗

— P.S. Martinez

#p-s-martinez #paranormal-romance #peggy-martinez #sage-hannigan #teen

But time," added Shaya, "is not that rigid. In dreams, worlds meet, and time means little. ↗

— Travis King

#dreams

Time doesn't take away from friendship, nor does separation. ↗

— Tennessee Williams

#seperation #time #friendship

Quirky, funny, happy-go-lucky dead inside Dexter. No longer Dexter with the knife, Dexter the Avenger. Not until next time. ↗

— Jeff Lindsay

#next-time #quirky #dreams

One night I dreamed I was locked in my Father's watch With Ptolemy and twenty-one ruby stars Mounted on spheres and the Primum Mobile Coiled and gleaming to the end of space And the notched spheres eating each other's rinds To the last tooth of time, and the case closed. ↗

— John Ciardi

#time #dreams

Fantasy, if it's really convincing, can't become dated, for the simple reason that it represents a flight into a dimension that lies beyond the reach of time. ↗

— Walt Disney Company

#time #dating

The little hand on time’s clock trips away as though measuring seconds; but God knows how much time it is covering when it whisks round heedless of the divisions it passes over! So much is certain, that we have been up here for years. Our brains reel, surely this is an evil dream, though dreamed with nor hashish nor opium; a censor of morals would rebuke us for it. ↗

— Thomas Mann

#dreams

Right at the end of the war I wrote a piano sonata, which was written at a time when Sam Barber used to come down here and we used to have lunch together in a very nice old hotel that's now not there. ↗

— Elliott Carter

#come #down #end #here #hotel