Life is perhaps best
Life is perhaps best regarded as a bad dream between two awakenings. Eugene O’Neill
Bad Dream
crawling up into daddy\\’s
crawling up into daddy’s lap when dad was still DADDY nodding my head against his chest soaking in the comfort of his heart LISTENING to the thump…thump somewhere beneath muscle and breastbone I remember his arms their sublime ENCIRCLING and the shawdow of his voice \”I love you, little girl. Put away your bad dreams. … Read more
The journey through another
The journey through another world, beyond bad dreams beyond the memories of a murdered generation, cartographed in captivity by bare survivors makes sacristans of us all. Elizabeth Cook-Lynn
Life for most people
Life for most people is a bad dream. They live in pain, grabbing at what they can for pleasure. As they grow old, they despair. Things don’t work out the way you planned. Frederick Lenz
Old age is when
Old age is when you are not bothered with bad dreams, but with bad reality. Faina Ranevskaya
All the disappointments, broken
All the disappointments, broken dreams and deep dark experiences will soon be forgotten and blotted out like a bad dream, when that glorious dawn of Heaven arrives! David Berg
God turns clouds inside
God turns clouds inside out to make fluffy beds for the dogs in Dog Heaven, and when they are tired from running and barking and eating ham-sandwich biscuits, the dogs find a cloud bed for sleeping. God watches over each one of them. And there are no bad dreams. Cynthia Rylant
What is it? Nothing.
What is it? Nothing. I had a bad dream. What did you dream about? Nothing. Are you okay? No. He put his arms around him and held him. It’s okay, he said. I was crying. But you didnt wake up. I’m sorry. I was just so tired. I meant in the dream. Cormac McCarthy
So Mo began filling
So Mo began filling the silence with words. He lured them out of the pages as if they had only been waiting for his voice, words long and short, words sharp and soft, cooing, purring words. They danced through the room, painting stained glass pictures, tickling the skin. Even when Meggie nodded off she could … Read more
The world was a
The world was a terrible place, cruel, pitiless, dark as a bad dream. Not a good place to live. Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness – and love. Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn’t ask anything in return; they never went away, never, not … Read more