dreaming

I sometimes find myself sitting here not watching an uninteresting movie and contemplating the future. I don't always know what to do, but I have faith that I'll figure it out somehow.

You must not fear that clutching at your dreams will shatter them so they run through your fingers like sand. That way lies a life spent in yearning. But yearning is only a season of dreaming, for dreams, if nurtured, become strong.

In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living. They took place in solitude. But with action came anxiety, and the sense of insuperable effort made to match the dream, and with it came weariness, discouragement, and the flight into solitude again. And then in solitude, in the opium den of remembrance, the possibility of pleasure again. What was she seeking to salvage from the daily current of living, what sudden revulsions drove her back into the solitary cell of the dream?

To interrupt the writer from the line of thought is to wake the dreamer from the dream. The dreamer cannot enter that dream, precisely as it was unfolding, ever again.

That thing you thought you'd doYou start to think you can't;You always say tomorrow,But you haven't got a plan.Everyone's asking questions,And all you do is dodge.That career that you'd imaginedWas only a mirage.The older that you get,The smaller that you feel;You forget what's only in your head,And what is really real.Sometimes people make it;They become who they meant to be.But most of the time,Dreamers only dream.

Making a wish is fun to do.Dreaming it out is much fun too.Work, and your wish just might come true.

Be careful what you wish for. It may turn out that making the wish was the only good part.

It's making me so sad that you are unreachable. My desire for your touch, and your lips. It's breaking me inside. I'm so scared you are the only one i will ever love. I'm so scared because I know there is no other you.

And then, just at that moment, when I'm no longer sure if I'm dreaming or awake or walking some valley in between where everything you wish for comes true, I feel the flutter of his lips on mine.

The best thing about being an author is the unspoken approval to dream while awake.

And my advice to anyone who wants to be a writer? Read a lot, listen to people__ conversations, be observant about the details of your world, and especially about human behaviour and interaction, and persist in your writing, being single-minded to the point of obsession_never give up, always believe in yourself despite all evidence to the contrary, and hold out for what you first dreamed of.

Perhaps he still hopes. If there__ any justice in the Gods_ injustice, then may they let us keep our dreams, even when they__e impossible, and may our dreams be happy, even when they__e trivial....Every dream is the same dream, for they__e all dreams. Let the Gods change my dreams, but not my gift for dreaming.

I had this dream about you last night. We were still married. I was giving you a haircut, like I always did, being careful to trim around the scar on the back of your head. I__ sorry I sometimes forgot it and left you with a bald spot. And, I__ sorry we didn__ work out. But you look pretty happy on Instagram.

Dreaming is an option to be happy, dare to do so. If you are able! - you are halfway done. where happiness is a feeling, why not in a dream?

I live there...Far above the song-filled clouds,where the dewdrops touch my skin so bareI live there.

How do you know you're not dreaming? Or not dead?

I had this dream about you. We went hunting up in the mountains and I caught a unicorn. You told me now I know how it feels to be you.

I had a dream about you last night... and in it you said "Chin up; it only gets harder.