She was suddenly tired of outworn dreams.
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Rainbow Valley
by
Lucy Maud Montgomery
There were days when she was very happy without knowing why. She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day. She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in. And she found it good to dream and to be alone and unmolested.
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The Awakening
by
Kate Chopin
But dreams come through stone walls, light up dark rooms, or darken light ones, and their persons make their exits and their entrances as they please, and laugh at locksmiths.
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Carmilla
by
J. Sheridan Le Fanu
In the middle of the night she woke up dreaming of huge white heads like turnips, that came trailing after her, at the end of interminable necks, and with vast black eyes. But being a sensible woman, she subdued her terrors and turned over and went to sleep again.
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The Invisible Man
by
H. G. Wells
She was twelve years old when she told Eddie Willers that she would run the railroad when they grew up. She was fifteen when it occurred to her for the first time that women did not run railroads and that people might object. To hell with that, she thought-and never worried about it again.
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Atlas Shrugged
by
Ayn Rand
He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams.
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To the Lighthouse
by
Virginia Woolf
She discovered that, while solitude with dreams is glorious, solitude without them has few charms.
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Anne of the Island
by
Lucy Maud Montgomery
"I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy."
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Romeo and Juliet
by
William Shakespeare
To sleep! perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.
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Hamlet, Prince of Denmark
by
William Shakespeare
Hunters for gold or pursuers of fame, they all had gone out on that stream, bearing the sword, and often the torch, messengers of the might within the land, bearers of a spark from the sacred fire. What greatness had not floated on the ebb of that river into the mystery of an unknown earth!... The dreams of men, the seed of commonwealths, the germs of empires.
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Heart of Darkness
by
Joseph Conrad