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You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us. And the world will live as one.
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dreams
hope
inspirational
dreamers
connection
dreaming
beatles
peace
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John Lennon |
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Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
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dreams
dreaming
night
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.
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time
dark
future
past
dreams
inspirational
age
dreaming
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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Without leaps of imagination or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all is a form of planning.
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imagination
dreams
inspirational
possibility
excitement
dreaming
planning
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Gloria Steinem |
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I've crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I've come to a place I never thought I'd have to come to. And I don't know how I got here. It's a strange place. It's a place where a little harmless dreaming and then some sleepy, early-morning talk has led me into considerations of death and annihilation.
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sleep
death
life
insomnia
place
dreaming
lost
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Raymond Carver |
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I've dreamed a lot. I'm tired now from dreaming but not tired of dreaming. No one tires of dreaming, because to dream is to forget, and forgetting does not weigh on us, it is a dreamless sleep throughout which we remain awake. In dreams I have achieved everything.
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sleep
dreams
dreamless
forgetting
tired
dreaming
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Fernando Pessoa |
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When they say the sky's the limit to me that's really true
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musician
confidence
wisdom
inspirational
dreaming
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Michael Jackson |
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And people who don't dream, who don't have any kind of imaginative life, they must... they must go nuts. I can't imagine that.
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true
imagination
inspirational
dreaming
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Stephen King |
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As long as I can dream, I will dream of you.
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love
clary-fray
jace
mortal-instruments
dreaming
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Cassandra Clare |
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And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered.
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poetry
breezes
sunsets
dreaming
child
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Nicholas Sparks |
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I have a dream." "Is your dream very big?" "No." "Well is it very grand?" "Not either." "Neither?" "Neither." "What is it then?" "It is very shiny.
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inspirational-attitude
inspirational-life
inspirational-quotes
dreams
inspiring
inspirational
heartwarming
dreaming
sweet
dreams-inspirational
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C. JoyBell C. |
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If life was a dream, then dying must be the moment when you woke up. It was so simple it must be true. You died, the dream was over, you woke up. That's what people meant when they talked about going to heaven. It was like waking up.
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heaven
life
waking-up
dreaming
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Ian McEwan |
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"And when I fall in love," I began, "I will build a mountain to touch the sky. Then, my lover and I will have the best of both worlds, reality firmly under our feet, while we have our heads in the clouds with all our illusions still intact. And the purple grass will grow all around, high enough to reach our eyes."
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lover
reality
dreams
love
heads
grounded
clouds
realist
dreamers
grass
firm
fall-in-love
ideals
purple
illusions
mountain
worlds
idealists
sky
dreaming
feet
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V.C. Andrews |
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A Gift for You I send you... A cottage retreat on a hill in Ireland. This cottage is filled with fresh flowers, art supplies, and a double-wide chaise lounge in front of a wood-burning fireplace. There is a cabinet near the front door, where your favorite meals appear, several times a day. Desserts are plentiful and calorie free. The closet is stocked with colorful robes and pajamas, and a painting in the bedroom slides aside to reveal a plasma television screen with every movie you've ever wanted to watch. A wooden mailbox at the end of the lane is filled daily with beguiling invitations to tea parties, horse-and-carriage rides, theatrical performances, and violin concerts. There is no obligation or need to respond. You sleep deeply and peacefully each night, and feel profoundly healthy. This cottage is yours to return to at any time.
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writing
dreaming
procrastination
creativity
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Susan Ariel Rainbow Kennedy (SARK) |
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She wanted to return to her dream. Perhaps it was still somewhere there behind her closed eyelids. Perhaps a little of its happiness still clung like gold dust to her lashes. Don't dreams in fairy tales sometimes leave a token behind?
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fairy-tales
lovely
sleep
dreams
inspirational
inkheart
sleeping
dreaming
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Cornelia Funke |
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Dreaming was easier than screaming, and screaming was easier than worrying, and worrying was easier than crying, which was what she knew she would be reduced to if she didn't keep a hard eye on herself.
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coping-strategies
dreaming
worrying
crying
self-control
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Kevin Brockmeier |
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We always know when we are awake that we cannot be dreaming even though when actually dreaming we feel all this may be real.
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real
dreaming
mystery
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Ruth Rendell |
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"We're all dreaming," Arctor said. If the last to know he's an addict is the addict, then maybe the last to know when a man means what he says is the man himself, he reflected. He wondered how much of the garbage that Donna had overheard he had seriously meant. He wondered how much of the insanity of the day--his insanity--had been real, or just induced as a contact lunacy, by the situation. Donna, always, was a pivot point of reality for him; for her this was the basic, natural question. He wished he could answer."
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reality
dreams
dreaming
insanity
drugs
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Philip K. Dick |
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You know a trillion times more about art than me. But I've learned that it isn't necessary to know all that much. You just make what you wanna see, right? It's a game, right? It's like being paid for dreaming.
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dreaming
knowledge
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Tom Robbins |
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The world's crawling with stupid, innocent girls, and I'm just one of them, self-consciously chasing after dreams that will never come true.
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naivete
dreaming
innocence
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Haruki Murakami |
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I had a bizarre rapport with this mirror and spent a lot of time gazing into the glass to see who was there. Sometimes it looked like me. At other times, I could see someone similar but different in the reflection. A few times, I caught the switch in mid-stare, my expression re-forming like melting rubber, the creases and features of my face softening or hardening until the mutation was complete. Jekyll to Hyde, or Hyde to Jekyll. I felt my inner core change at the same time. I would feel more confident or less confident; mature or childlike; freezing cold or sticky hot, a state that would drive Mum mad as I escaped to the bathroom where I would remain for two hours scrubbing my skin until it was raw. The change was triggered by different emotions: on hearing a particular piece of music; the sight of my father, the smell of his brand of aftershave. I would pick up a book with the certainty that I had not read it before and hear the words as I read them like an echo inside my head. Like Alice in the Lewis Carroll story, I slipped into the depths of the looking glass and couldn't be sure if it was me standing there or an impostor, a lookalike. I felt fully awake most of the time, but sometimes while I was awake it felt as if I were dreaming. In this dream state I didn't feel like me, the real me. I felt numb. My fingers prickled. My eyes in the mirror's reflection were glazed like the eyes of a mannequin in a shop window, my colour, my shape, but without light or focus. These changes were described by Dr Purvis as mood swings and by Mother as floods, but I knew better. All teenagers are moody when it suits them. My Switches could take place when I was alone, transforming me from a bright sixteen-year-old doing her homework into a sobbing child curled on the bed staring at the wall. The weeping fit would pass and I would drag myself back to the mirror expecting to see a child version of myself. 'Who are you?' I'd ask. I could hear the words; it sounded like me but it wasn't me. I'd watch my lips moving and say it again, 'Who are you?
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emotion
identity
change
amnesia
dissociated-state
emotionals
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identity-switch
lookalike
personality-switch
trigger
triggered
impostor
identity-confusion
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split-personality
identity-crisis
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survivor
unreality
dream-like
dissociation
dreaming
child
mirror
memory-loss
incest
sexual-abuse
dissociative-identity-disorder
multiple-personality-disorder
trauma
mental-health
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Alice Jamieson |
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Like every dreamer, I've always felt that my calling was to create. Since I've never been able to make an effort or carry out an intention, creation for me has always meant dreaming, wanting or desiring, and action has meant desiring of the acts I wish I could perform.
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dreaming
effort
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Fernando Pessoa |
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"Cathy, don't look so defeated. She was only trying to put us down again. Maybe nothing did work out right for her, but that doesn't mean we are doomed. Let's go forth tomorrow with no great expectations of finding perfection. Then, expecting only a small share of happiness, we won't be disappointed." If a little hill of happiness would satisfy Chris, good for him. But after all these years of striving, hoping, dreaming, longing-I wanted a mountain high! A hill wasn't enough. From this day forward, I vowed to myself, I was in control of my life. Not fate, not God, not even Chris was ever again going to tell me what to do, or dominate me in any way. From this day forward, I was my own person, to take what I would, when I would, and I would answer only to myself. I'd been kept prisoner, held captive by greed. I'd been betrayed, deceived, tied to, used, poisoned ... but all that was over now."
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perfection
fate
defeat
greed
happiness
decieved
poisened
used
years-of-struggle
towmorrow
great-expectations
defeated
vow
captive
doomed
wanting
striving
doom
vows
years
dreaming
wants
put-downs
expectations
longing
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V.C. Andrews |
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Unlike any other form of thought, daydreaming is its own reward.
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dreaming
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Michael Pollan |
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Thundering hooves beat the frozen ground, faster and faster as the rider whipped the horse. Snow and mud lay thick on the earth, and rogue snowflakes drifted through the night sky. Celaena ran--swifter than her young legs could manage. Everything hurt, Trees ripped at her dress and hair; stones sliced her feet. She scrambled through the woods, breathing so hard she couldn't muster the air to cry for help. She must reach the bridge. It couldn't cross the bridge. Behind her, a sword shrieked as it was drawn from its sheath. She fell, slamming into mud and rock. The sound of the approaching demon filled the air as she struggled to rise. But the mud held fast, and she could not run. Reaching for a bush, her small hands bleeding, the horse now close behind, she--
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celaena-sardothien
dreaming
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Sarah J. Maas |
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She had said he had been driven away from her by a dream...
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dream
love
heart-burn
indigestion
breaking-up
bitter
breakups
breakup
heart-break
heartache
dreaming
sad
longing
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Joseph Conrad |
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"McAfee, I could try this case in my sleep and still win." "Guess that's your plan, then, since you're clearly dreaming."
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dreaming
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Jodi Picoult |
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Dreaminess is, among other things, a state of suspended recognition, and a response to too much useless and complicated factuality. Its symptoms can be a long-term interest in the weather, or a sustained soaring feeling, or a bout of the stares that you sometimes can not even know about except in retrospect, when the time may seem fogged.
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time
dreaming
staring
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Richard Ford |
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from under the ground, from under the waters, they clutch at us, they clutch at us, we won't let go.
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grief
loss
poetry
dreams
poetic
dreaming
grieving
nightmares
nightmare
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Margaret Atwood |
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Ah, sleep, clothe me in thy velvet cloak.
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sleep
dreams
rest
dreaming
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Stewart Stafford |
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The cat's purring was the motor that ran the Japanese woman's dreaming.
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purring
dreaming
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Richard Brautigan |