"When you dream alone, with your eyes shut, asleep, that dream is an illusion. But when we dream together, sharing the same dream, awake and with our eyes wide open, then that dream becomes reality!"

Unknown, Source | Dreams | 5 bookmarks

"I am an artist I am here to live out loud."

Zola, Emile | Arts and Artists | 1 bookmarks

"Artists are, above all, men who want to become inhuman."

Apollinaire, Guillaume | Arts and Artists | 2 bookmarks

"I do not love you

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

that this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep."

Neruda, Pablo | Lovers | 26 bookmarks

"Love Sonnet XI

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue."

Neruda, Pablo | Want | 8 bookmarks

"The world of men is dreaming, it has gone mad in its sleep, and a snake is strangling it, but it can't wake up."

Lawrence, D. H. | Humankind | 3 bookmarks

"I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on..."

Rossetti, Christina | Dreams | 2 bookmarks