Quotes About Dreamy

The urgent warnings: The dreamy terror of certain summer mornings.

The concept of active cooperation has taken the place of opposition to the new form of government and of dreamy resignation entranced with the beauty of times past.

Make me feel good in the moontime.

Far away beyond the pine-woods,' he answered, in a low dreamy voice, 'there is a little garden. There the grass grows long and deep, there are the great white stars of the hemlock flower, there the nightingale sings all night long. All night long he sings, and the cold, crystal moon looks down, and the yew-tree spreads out its giant arms over the sleepers.

It's like moving through a delicious fog.

Franklin would find himself more attracted to people who were practical and reliable rather than dreamy and romantic.

O gentle vision in the dawn: My spirit over faint cool water glides, Child of the day, To thee; And thou art drawn By kindred impulse over silver tides The dreamy way To me.

I wanted to be esteemed by the cognoscenti. Josie heard her father in her head, See, I told you. She's laughin at you. Sorry for being so ignorant, but is that a yes or a no? The dreamy look in Meredith's eyes dissolved, and the focused intelligence, self-conscious, returned. By a special few. Those in the know. Cogno meaning recognition-cogitato, to think.

The one sound I think of when I think about dreaming is the harp glissando, which is this really atmospheric run up and down the scale that's really dreamy.

Spring had come. My former depression had completely gone, and was replaced by the dreamy spring melancholy of vague hopes and desires.

O gentle vision in the dawn: My spirit over faint cool water glides, Child of the day, To thee; And thou art drawn By kindred impulse over silver tides The dreamy way To me.

Unfortunately her portrait will cure no one of the addiction to loving sweetly smiling angels with dreamy looks, innocent faces, and a strong-box for a heart.

I was just average, I'm afraid. Too dreamy. After school,

Well, that explains the dreamy accent. And why transvestites would make him feel homesick. —SINGLE-MINDED

We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together.

We could never understand why the girls cared so much about being mature, or why they felt compelled to compliment each other, but sometimes, after one of us had read a long portion of the diary out loud, we had to fight back the urge to hug one another or to tell each other how pretty we were. We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together.

The dreamy guy at this Starbucks wasn't working the counter. Instead he was working a broom behind it, smiling as he swept. At first I didn't get the smile, but then I realized he was listening to the radio, to Norah Jones sliding her voice around he notes. In his own way, he was dancing alone.

You saw a fluttering fan before her face and magnolia blooms and sleepy lakes under the moonlight when she walked.

Reality shifts occur when we are in a dreamy state of energized awareness in which we are clear about what we prefer

Bobby spotted the black cat lying on a windowsill, sunning itself. They both walked over to it. Bobby tentatively reached out and rubbed his hands across the cat's belly. The cat purred. "Nice," the cat said dreamily. Bobby whipped his hand back.

Is he handsome?" "A stunner. Tall and big-chested, with blue eyes and hair the color of summer wheat. And his accent . . ." "Irresistible?" "Oh, yes. There's something about a Scottish burr that makes it seem as if a man is either about to recite poetry or toss you over his shoulder and carry you away." "Maybe both at the same time," Phoebe said dreamily, sipping her tea.

Catherine's face was peaceful, her lips slightly parted. Curled among the white bed linens, a glimpse of her pink shoulder visible, that golden hair streaming everywhere, she looked like a confection placed amid swirls of whipped cream.

It has taken stealth and some underhandedness. It has taken clarity of purpose when the moment called for dreamy abandon. He has practised withdrawal.

I keep staring at the bag in Mrs. Parks's hand: yellows, greens, blues, whites, pastel colors so soft they look as if they have faded in the sea. The washed colors of the sea and sleep. Pajama colors. The colors of baby clothes. In my nose is the smell of my brothers' heads after they are born. Maybe this is why people making journeys buy saltwater taffy. It gives you the lovely dreamy sense that you can start all over again from the beginning.