
“My love is hopeless! I know it. But it will feed me to my dying day.”
The Joyous Adventures of Aristide Pujol (1912), p. 103.
Source: Longing
“My love is hopeless! I know it. But it will feed me to my dying day.”
The Joyous Adventures of Aristide Pujol (1912), p. 103.
“I don't dream at night, I dream at day, I dream all day; I'm dreaming for living.”
“All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.”
Source: Shakespeare's Sonnets
《望江南》 ("Immeasurable Pain"), as translated by Arthur Waley in The Temple (1923), p. 144
“It may be years until the day
My dreams will match up with my pay.”
"Mushaboom"
Let It Die (2004)
"Estimated Prophet" on the Grateful Dead album Terrapin Station (1977); lyrics by Barlow http://artsites.ucsc.edu/GDead/agdl/estimate.html, music by Bob Weir · Grateful Dead performance at Capitol Theatre, Passaic, NJ (27 April 1977) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-WAK2vihBdw · JFK Stadium, Philadelphia, PA (7 July 1989) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CR5iB3ITGIU
Context: p>My time coming, any day, don't worry about me, no
Been so long I felt this way, I'm in no hurry, no.
Rainbows end down that highway where ocean breezes blow
My time coming, voices saying, they tell me where to go.
Don't worry 'bout me, no no, don't worry 'bout me, no
And I'm in no hurry, no no no, I know where to go. California, preaching on the burning shore
California, I'll be knocking on the golden door
Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light
Rising up to paradise, I know I'm going to shine.</p
Source: A Dream of John Ball (1886), Ch. 1: The Men of Kent
Context: When I was journeying (in a dream of the night) down the well-remembered reaches of the Thames betwixt Streatley and Wallingford, where the foothills of the White Horse fall back from the broad stream, I came upon a clear-seen mediæval town standing up with roof and tower and spire within its walls, grey and ancient, but untouched from the days of its builders of old. All this I have seen in the dreams of the night clearer than I can force myself to see them in dreams of the day. So that it would have been nothing new to me the other night to fall into an architectural dream if that were all, and yet I have to tell of things strange and new that befell me after I had fallen asleep.