I Am A Dreamer Too, And I Must Wake Into A World Of Dreamers. You Can Feel It – Can’t You? – The

I am a dreamer too, and I must wake into a world of dreamers. You can feel it – can’t you? – the peeling off of me, another small loss you have to bear. We all bear it, as best we can, this infinite chain of miniature losses, a hundred thousand stories, a hundred thousand endings. A rehearsal you could call it, for the last ending that’s bound to come, eventually, somewhere in the white space between here and dreaming.

'Only Ever Always' by Penni Russon

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13 years ago

The jury foreman's eyes twitch, then fall. "Guilty". Even before he says it, I feel departments in the office of my life start to close up shop; files are shredded, sensitivities are folded into neatly marked boxes, lights and alarms are switched off. As the husk of my body is guided from the court, I sense a single little man sat at the bottom of my soul. He hunches over a card table under a naked low-watt bulb, sipping flat beer from a plastic cup. I figure he must be the janitor. I figure he must be me.

'Vernon God Little' by DBC Pierre 


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13 years ago

Stars should not be seen alone. That's why there are so many. Two people should stand together and look at them. One person alone will surely miss the good ones.

'Dry' by Augusten Burroughs 


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13 years ago

The last time of anything has the poignancy of death itself. This that I see now, she thought, to see no more this way. Oh, the last time how clearly you see everything; as though a magnifying light had been turned on it. And you grieve because you hadn't held it tighter when you had it every day. What had Granma Mary Rommely said? 'To look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory.'

'A Tree Grows in Brooklyn' Betty Smith 


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12 years ago

Wishes are false. Hope is true. Hope makes its own magic.

'Daughter of Smoke and Bone' by Laini Taylor


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9 years ago

I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.

Macbeth by William Shakespeare 


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10 years ago

Perhaps grief is as much regret for what we have never had as sorrow for what we have lost.

Us by David Nicholls


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