Each morning, we return from the dream soul trying to adjust to the day world, that moment when the two souls exchange places in the driver’s seat. — James Hillman Copy Share Image
She wanted to return to her dream. Perhaps it was still somewhere there behind her closed eyelids. Perhaps a little of its happiness still clung like gold dust to her lashes. Don't dreams in fairy tales sometimes leave a token… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
