In my dream I know I am falling. But there is no up or down, no walls or sides or ceilings, just the sensation of cold and darkness everywhere. I am so scared I could scream. But when I open my mouth, nothing happens. And I wonder if you fall forever and never touch down, is it really still falling? I think I will fall forever.
Lauren OliverTags: death dreams dream nightmare falling
We all need to have dreams. The question is, does the dream control you or do you control the dream?
Robin Jones GunnTags: dreams surprise-endings christy-miller robin-jones-gunn
Don't tell me anymore. You should have your dream, as the old woman told you to. I understand how you feel, but if you put those feelings into words they will turn into lies. (from Thailand)
Haruki MurakamiHave your dream...What you need now more than anything is discipline. Cast off mere words. Words turn into stone. (from Thailand)
Haruki MurakamiTags: words dreams discipline
Thank God even crazy dreams come true
Carrie UnderwoodTags: dreams carrie-underwood crazy-dreams
Recounting the strange is like telling one's dreams: one can communicate the events of a dream, but not the emotional content, the way that a dream can colour one's entire day.
Neil GaimanTags: dreams
...I got to chase my dream for a while, see what it's like, but this—" He stood and swept his arms wide. "This, and my family, is worth any price.
J.L. LangleyI remember a friend many years ago who had taped a sign to his refrigerator: There's a dream dreaming us. If you try to think about what that means it makes your mind silly, but that silliness is good.
Natalie GoldbergTags: dreams silliness inception
My dreams are going through their death flurries. I thought they were all safely buried, but sometimes they stir in their grave, making my heartstrings twinge. I mean no particular dream, you understand, but the whole radiant flock of them together—with their rainbow wings, iridescent, bright, soaring, glorious, sublime. They are dying before the steel javelins and arrows of a world of Time and Money.
Barbara Newhall FollettTags: life growing-up dreams
Gerisik angan dan deru lembut laju harapan.
Waktu itu adalah menit-menit akhir menjelang malam di Bukit Angin. Daun-daun berwarna-warni dalam berbagai wujud melayang ke langit dan berkumpul mengelilingi puncak pusaran angin. Di sana, di balik awan, beradalah studio Sang Pelukis.
Tags: dreams hope short-story indonesian fantasy-fiction
« first previous
Page 40 of 165.
next last »
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.