She Dreamed Of Quotes

#1. She wanted to dance with someone who would embrace her in the way she dreamed of since adolescence.

Paulo Coelho

#2. She dreamed of leaving, but she had too little exposure to the world to imagine where to go.

Gregory Maguire

#3. She dreamed of a world where books did not rot or give way to green blot, where words and ideas were not things you were despised for treasuring.

Frances Hardinge

#4. My eyes lingered on her naked body for several minutes. Was our relationship what she wanted? Was it satisfying for her? Was it what she dreamed of when she started falling in love with me? Did reality ever fulfill our dreams? Or do dreams just continually set us up for failure and disappointment?

T.B. Markinson

#5. The hare grows old as she plays in the sun
And gazes around her with eyes of brightness;
Before the swift things that she dreamed of were done
She limps along in an aged whiteness ...

William Butler Yeats

#6. She dreamed of driving off bridges: into a lake beneath some twisting highway of her youth, into the reservoir on the country road to home, into the San Francisco Bay.

Shannon Celebi

#7. She wanted him to be right. She needed him to be wrong. And while that sounded as if she were confused, confusion implied uncertainty. And Margaret was dead certain that he was both the last man on earth that she should kiss, and the only one she dreamed of holding.

Courtney Milan

#8. She felt like a god. She dreamed of people who could fight back. Of wills strong enough to resist her.

V.E Schwab

#9. She dreamed of escape - of growing wings like a bird and flying away from the palace, never to return. But, alas, she was a bird still locked tightly in her cage.

Morgan Rhodes

#10. Maggie Dove wanted to be a beacon of light. She dreamed of being the sort of person who made others laugh, calmed crying babies, soothed wild dogs, inspired hopefulness.

Susan Breen

#11. He didn't know her name, didn't know anything about her except that she dreamed of Rome and smelled like violets.
And that she tasted like vanilla cream.

Julia Quinn

#12. This wasn't how their story was supposed to go. This wasn't what she dreamed of. And yet, everything had changed.

Laila Blake

#13. That night she dreamed of the deer. Strangely, the animal was holding her. She cuddled close into the soft fur and touched and kissed it gently. In the morning her pillow was wet with tears.

Julie Andrews Edwards

#14. She dreamed of nothing, for she hoped for nothing and expected nothing. It was as cold and dark inside her as out in the frosty night.

Karen Cushman

#15. Tatiana had imagined her Alexander since she was a child, before she believed that someone like him was even possible. When she was a little girl, she dreamed of a fine world in which a good man walked its winding roads, perhaps somewhere in his wandering soul searching for her.

Paullina Simons

#16. Her real passion in life was the perfection of a filing system beside which all other filing systems should sink into oblivion. She dreamed of such a system at night.

Agatha Christie

#17. And then she kissed him," he murmurs, "and all manner of thought left his head. It was a kiss he had dreamed about, but it was a thousand times better than his dreams. And he was ruined in all the best ways ... and he'd never be the same again.

Beth Michele

#18. I dreamed I read the cards for you," she said.
"And?"
"And I predicted I would bring heartbreak and trouble into your life," she said.
"Too late," he said, staring down at their joined hands. "Heartbreak and trouble got there ahead of you.

Cinda Williams Chima

#19. This feeling, this tentative flutter in her belly - this was hers. This was sunlight on her face. It was the warmth she'd dreamed of. It was a curl of honest attraction, the first she'd experienced in years.

Courtney Milan

#20. Matthias, please."
The sound of her voice, pleading with him. He'd dreamed of this. Sometimes she pleaded for mercy. Sometimes there were other things she begged for.

Leigh Bardugo

#21. I think I didn't know what I was creating, as much as I knew what I didn't want to do. And I didn't want my mother's life. She was an unhappy, frustrated artist who always dreamed of a life that was never going to be hers.

Sandra Cisneros

#22. She had dreamed that she lay beneath a spreading tree somewhere, a tree that whispered with ten thousand soft lips of green; and the dream continued for a moment even after waking.

Algernon Blackwood

#23. There was such love as she had dreamed, and she meant to go on believing in it and cherishing the thought that she was worthy of it.

Edith Wharton

#24. That I wanted more. That night I dreamed of kissing her again and wondered if she was thinking the same thing.

Alice Sebold

#25. figure out if he knew her from somewhere. But he didn't, she was sure, unless it was just in passing at the mall. She would have remembered a man like him. For a long, long time. And then she would have dreamed about him. A lot. Probably without clothes. On either of them.

Elizabeth Bevarly

#26. If you meet somebody who says he or she has never dreamed of flying, I don't believe you. I mean, they're lying.

Bill Nye

#27. He thought her beautiful, believed her impeccably wise; dreamed of her, wrote poems to her, which, ignoring the subject, she corrected in red ink.

Virginia Woolf

#28. That night Lee suffered overheated, sexually complicated dreams; he dreamed that Merrin was naked in his bed, and he sat on top of her arms and held her down while he forced a funnel into her mouth, a red plastic funnel, and then poured gasoline into it, and she began to buck under him as in orgasm.

Joe Hill

#29. She was his great adventure; his love for her had taken him places he'd never dreamed of going.

Jennifer McMahon

#30. Love's about finding the one person who makes your heart complete. Who makes you a better person than you ever dreamed you could be. Its about looking in the eyes of your wife and knowing all the way to your bones that she's simply the best person you've ever known.

Julia Quinn

#31. She ran away in her sleep and dreamed of paradise

Unknownnown

#32. She's got the kind of exotic beauty I always dreamed about. But really, who cares about stuff like that anymore? Being pretty isn't going to keep my butt out of Omega's crosshairs.

Summer Lane

#33. She dreamed by day of never again putting on tight shoes, of never having to laugh and listen and admire, of never more being a good sport. Never.

Dorothy Parker

#34. Waiting for the man she always dreamed of, she was left broken and disrespected. Losing her hope she sat only to see a man who regained her respect and will love her like no one else ever deserved.

Hi " I am 'Hardwork' " he introduced.

" I am all yours" 'Success' Blushed.

Ameya Agrawal

#35. This was not the career she'd dreamed of as an ambitious seventeen-year-old, but now it was hard to remember ever feeling innocent and audacious enough to dream of a certain type of life, as if you got to choose how things turned out.

Liane Moriarty

#36. He was a demon who dreamed of a Star..
She was a Star who dreamed of Falling..

Sarah A. Kenney

#37. She was beginning to like this guy. She'd fallen in love with him the moment she first saw him, and she would love him now until the end of world. But she'd never dreamed she'd like him so much.

Anonymous

#38. Betsy dreamed about going away from Deep Valley, but she didn't for a moment suspect that around a bend in her Winding Hall of Fate a journey was actually waiting.

Maud Hart Lovelace

#39. A lovely fatigue claimed him. He lay down on the grass and listened. He thought about how Kestrel had slept on the palace lawn and dreamed of him. When she had told him this, he'd wished that it had been real. He tried to imagine the dream, then found himself dreaming.

Marie Rutkoski

#40. She had often dreamed of going to a teahouse to play chess or argue esoteric scholarly points with students and feisty old men and women. It was a dream forbidden to a royal princess, of course.

Liz Braswell

#41. Thanks to April," she whispered, "you have the wedding you've dreamed about ever since you were a little girl."
Dean's boom of laughter was one more reason she loved this man with all her heart.

Susan Elizabeth Phillips

#42. Like Martin Luther King Jr., Frankie dreamed of living in a nation where people would not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. The sonner she realized that dream, the sooner she could get started on Katy Perry's and live the teenage one.

Lisi Harrison

#43. She had reached an accommodation with darkness months ago. She knew a thousand tricks of moving without sight that these men had never dreamed of. The night was her friendly kingdom, ready to hide her. None of them could outrun her in the dark.

Joanna Bourne

#44. There are many sorts of love," she counsels me. "And when you love a man who is less than you dreamed, you have to make allowances for the difference between a real man and a dream.

Philippa Gregory

#45. She fell into a long sleep, and dreamed he dreams of the dream tree.

Stephen Cosgrove

#46. I believe all sin, love, glory are this: when you slide down the knotted sheets, escaping from Gestapo headquarters, and she hugs you, there, suspended, and she whispers that she's always dreamed of you. The rest is just sex, copulation, the perpetuation of the vile species.

Umberto Eco

#47. Now he understood. He had dreamed about her countless times, on that same staircase, with that same blue dress and that same movement of her ash-grey eyes, without knowing who she was or why she smiled at him.

Carlos Ruiz Zafon

#48. And yet he did not find the happiness he had dreamed of, nor the peace he had so much desired, and she understood him, and loved him for that very reason, that he had found neither happiness nor peace; deep, deep inside her she loved him because he had fled.

Halldor Laxness

#49. She was pure, it was true, as he had never dreamed of purity; but cherries stained her lips.

Jack London

#50. He turned his dark eyes on the girl whom he had dreamed of so often over the previous months. Beside him, at that very moment of existence, at the heart of torrential downpour, she was exquisitely real, and she, too, seemed content to go on sitting there forever.

Anna Godbersen

#51. The Dream" "O I had such a wonderful dream, she said. I dreamed you made love to me. At last, he said to himself, the spirit has taken up some of the heavy work.

Leonard Cohen

#52. And most of all she wondered about the man at the next table whose voice was like ... like a dream which she did not know that she had dreamed.

Susan Glaspell

#53. She had fooled herself into believing she was living the life she'd always dreamed of living when all she had been doing was hiding from it.

Teresa Medeiros

#54. And although Margarita lived in a world that predated Technicolor, she always dreamed of the boy in rich pastels.

Salvador Plascencia

#55. She had never had a daydream that dreamed itself, like nightmares. That crawled out of her brain like a creature of the dark. A daymare.

Caroline B. Cooney

#56. Astyages had a daughter called Mandane, and he dreamed one night that she urinated in such enormous quantities that it filled his city and swamped the whole of Asia.

Herodotus

#57. I dreamed of a girl with eyes that sparkled, a laugh that made me weak in the knees, and a heart so big she could fit mine in it. Someone

Aria Cole

#58. Emilio and his brothers had been a topic of more Jude-and-Zoe middle school gabfests than the Cullens, the Lightwoods, or any of the other mysterious yet fictional bad boys we dreamed about back then, and she'd freak if she knew he'd resurfaced.

Sarah Ockler

#59. I had a patient once who dreamed she kept her husband in the deep freeze except for mating. Lots of men feel that way.

Robert Johnson

#60. But she had dreamed of being his for too long. He had quite ruined her for a marriage of convenience. She wanted everything from him: his mind, his body, his name and, most of all, his heart.

Sarah MacLean

#61. Couldn't control herself. She had always dreamed of hitting Victoria, and the feeling of her hand connecting to Victoria's face was so damn fulfilling that Elli wanted to do it again.

Toni Aleo

#62. Once I dreamed of flying, she thought, and now I've flown, and dream of stealing eggs. That made her laugh. "Men are mad and gods are madder" she told the grass, and the grass murmured its agreement.

George R R Martin

#63. She's seen it, pictured it, dreamed of it. She's wanted it so bad.

Chuck Palahniuk

#64. He had come looking for a docile, submissive, sweet-natured girl and found instead a Celtic warrior woman, ferocious in her protectiveness of those she loved. Yet he had expected she would become the girl of his dreams simply because he dreamed it.

Delle Jacobs

#65. Others dreamed of finding a person in the world whose soul was made in their mirror image, but Almondine and Edgar had been conceived nearly together, grown up together, and however strange it might be, she was his other. Much could be endured for that.

David Wroblewski

#66. She saw night lights in the rooms of the babies who dreamed soft seersucker dreams, drugged happy with the heat, their pink baby bodies curled against worn out cotton, not fearing Hitler yet, their strong, tiny hearts beating in unison with the trees and the creeks and the bayou

Rebecca Wells

#67. And as her voice carried in the darkness, he wasn't sure where the borders between her story and his dream were. But he saw no more nightmares; he dreamed of a noble Sky Ghost and his little daughter, which he taught everything she needed to become a better warrior than he was.

Alexandra Engellmann

#68. She dreamed that night of chickweed, which was a strange thing to dream about. Chickweed is a low, weedy little plant, not very distinguished. No one writes poetry comparing their lovers to chickweed (or if they do, the poems are rarely well received).

T. Kingfisher

#69. Life goes on
It gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly
Every tear, a waterfall
In the night, the stormy night
She closed her eyes
In the night, the stormy night
Away she'd fly.
And dreamed of paradise.

Coldplay

#70. -I have dreamed of escape, a forever

-to burn your suicide notes she read in Braille

-and the stars of dawn's trousseau

Frank Stanford

#71. The sky was something she'd so often dreamed of while the hoo-ha of the Sunday service carried on around her. There seemed to her infinitely more God to be found by staring up at the never-ending universe than by looking glumly around a building of bricks and stone.

Ali Shaw

#72. Yes, what is it like? Certainly not like she dreamed. But maybe that's okay. We want what we want. At home, she works herself into a frenzy worrying about what she isn't
and perhaps loses track of just where she is.

Jess Walter

#73. There was a part of him (her) that dreamed, and he (she) was not sure if that part could ever retreat into an interminable silence.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

#74. As Jesse talked the sun down, the hours late, Zerelda smiled and dreamed of him as he had been and was and would be. It seemed everything about him was dynamic and masculine and romantic ; he was more vital even in his illness than any man she'd ever known.

Ron Hansen

#75. She'd been a silly girl who'd dreamed of love, and a stupid girl who'd declared love a fraud; but she'd never imagined that when she found it,it would be richer, more powerful than dreams, and the impossibility of keeping it more painful than the worst betrayal.

Meljean Brook

#76. He had never dreamed that the country of which she would make him king (king in name but really a slave) was his own country.

C.S. Lewis

#77. She hadn't dreamed a time would ever come when someone might want to emulate her talk or behavior. Consequently, it made her feel tight and strange inside to hear her words on the kid's lips. A small part of her was astonished and secretly flattered. But a larger part was appalled.

Maggie Osborne

#78. By day she studied and touched her mother's things, and by night, she dreamed about them. The dreams gave her as fragmented a vision of Marley as the boxes in the attic did. There were a thousand dramatic episodes, but very little sense of the person linking them together

Ann Brashares

#79. A wealthy man in ancient Egypt would never have dreamed of solving a relationship crisis by taking his wife on holiday to Babylon. Instead, he might have built for her the sumptuous tomb she had always wanted.

Yuval Noah Harari

#80. And while Luce dreamed below of the most glorious wings unfurling-the likes of which she'd never seen before-two angels in the rafters shook hands.

Lauren Kate

#81. How they had dreamed together, he and she ... how they had planned, and laughed, and loved. They had lived for a while in the very heart of poetry.

Elizabeth Von Arnim

#82. Thank God for Carrie Wiatt (creator of Diet Designs)! She has raised my consciousness of healthy eating so much that it will be practiced by me and my family for the rest of our lives. I never dreamed low-fat food could taste so good!

Sela Ward

#83. Everyone knew the hero in any good romance had to have his fair share of experience. If he didn't, how was he going to be a good teacher, showing his lady love how to give him pleasure at the same time giving her more than she'd ever dreamed?

Kristen Ashley

#84. Operation White Christmas was all about Hollie having the holiday of a lifetime - the holiday she'd dreamed of for years.

Nicki Edwards

#85. When other children dreamed of mansions with fountains and big silky beds and servants to do their bidding, this was what Belle dreamed about. The money to buy all the books she ever wanted from all over the world - and a place to keep them.

Liz Braswell

#86. Thousands of people in the city who lived in walk-ups dreamed of moving out so they could escape having to climb flights of stairs. Yet here she was, surrounded by women of her age and younger, paying for the privilege.

Sean Black

#87. In her heart she longed for this man, dreamed of a life that could never be.

Julia Quinn

#88. She'd been killed by her own personal assistant, news that Charlotte believed had come as a terrible shock to everyone in the city except the thousands of other personal assistants who dreamed, daily, of doing the same thing.

Brenda Cullerton

#89. She had dreamed some brilliant dreams during the past winter and now they lay in the dust around her. In her present mood of self-disgust, she could not immediately begin dreaming again. And she discovered that, while solitude with dreams is glorious, solitude without them has few charms.

L.M. Montgomery

#90. She's so beautiful it hurts. Golden blond hair flows past her shoulders. Those gorgeous violet eyes shouldn't be so wide with fear. I've dreamed of being this close to her again. I ache to gather her in my arms and keep her safe from the world ... to be her protector, but I can't be that man.

Katie McGarry

#91. She had understood before she had ever dreamed of a city such as this, where every texture, every color, leapt out at you, where every fragrance was a drug, and the air itself was something alive and breathing.

Anne Rice

#92. This was her life. Not the life she had once dreamed of, not a life her younger self would ever have imagined or desired, but the life she was living, with all its complexities. This was her life, built with care and attention, and it was good.

Kim Edwards

#93. His hand took hold of hers, and as she said something low in his ear he turned toward her with a rush of emotion. I think that voice held him most, with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, because it couldn't be over-dreamed - that voice was a deathless song.

F Scott Fitzgerald