Erin Morgenstern
Erin Morgenstern
Erin Morgensternis an American multimedia artist and the author of a successful fantasy novel, The Night Circus. It was published in more than a dozen languages by 2013 and won the annual Locus Award for Best First Novel...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth8 July 1978
CountryUnited States of America
dream garden ice
Which tent is your favourite?" he asks. "The Ice Garden," Celia answers, without even pausing to consider. "Why is that?" Marco asks. "Because of the way it feels," she says. "It's like walking into a dream. As though it is someplace else entirely and not simply another tent...
life dream strange
We lead strange lives, chasing our dreams around from place to place.
dream thinking circus
You think, as you walk away from Le Cirque des Rêves and into the creeping dawn, that you felt more awake within the confines of the circus. You are no longer quite certain which side of the fence is the dream.
dream sea want
I would have written you, myself, if I could put down in words everything I want to say to you. A sea of ink would not be enough.' 'But you built me dreams instead.
thinking bisexual dreamer
I don't think there's anything wrong being a dreamer.
dream way nightmare
But dreams have ways of turning into nightmares.
dream built night-circus
But you built me dreams instead.
dream theory persons
...have a theory that she is in love with the dream of someone and not an actual person.
dream vivid vivid-dreams
I have absurdly vivid dreams.
dream thinking way
I don;t think there's anything wrong with being a dreamer. There is not. But dreams have ways of turning into nightmares.
dream leaving fancy
Have you ever thought about it, about simply leaving? Really, truly thought about it with the intent to follow through and not as a dream or a passing fancy?
dream numbers clouds
At the center, where a cuckoo bird would live in a more traditional timepiece, is the juggler. Dressed in harlequin style with a grey mask, he juggles shiny silver balls that correspond to each hour. As the clock chimes, another ball joins the rest until at midnight he juggles twelve balls in a complex pattern. After midnight the clock begins once more to fold in upon itself. The face lightens and the clouds return. The number of juggled balls decreases until the juggler himself vanishes. By noon it is a clock again, and no longer a dream.
dream father might
Follow your dreams Bailey. Be they Harvard or somehing else entirely. No matter what that father of yours says, or how loudly he might say it. He forgets that he was someone's dream once, himself
dream thinking-of-you lovers
I have tried to let you go and I cannot. I cannot stop thinking of you. I cannot stop dreaming about you.