Robert E. Howard Quotes

There's the moon asking to stay long enough for the clouds to fly me away

Oh, that river of wishes, the slippery crocodile dream of it, how it might have carried my body down through all the glittering sand bars to the sea.

Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea, Why takest thou its melancholy voice, And with that boding cry Along the waves dost thou fly? Oh! rather, bird, with me Through this fair land rejoice!

I'd stare up at the sky and just dream a lot. Still do. I dreamed that I didn't belong here, that I was going to travel a lot.

Ever since childhood, when I lived within earshot of the Boston and Maine, I have seldom heard a train go by and not wished I was on it.

I shall go the way of the open sea, to the lands I knew before you came, and the cool ocean breezes shall blow from me the memory of your name.

My days are gone a-wandering.

Travel is impossible, but daydreaming about travel is easy.

When I was in school, I used to look out the window and see the big red double-deck buses driving by. It just looked so free.

Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless.

She was married for seven years to a concrete castle king. She said she wanted to learn to play the guitar and to hear her children sing. So I'd show up about once a week in my faded tight-legged jeans with a backlog full of hobo stories and dilapidated dreams.

The past was like a bad dream; the future was all happy holiday as I moved Southwards week by week, easily, lazily, lingering as long as I dared, but always heeding the call!

I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee.

There is no beauty or romance or mystery in the sea except for the men that sail abroad upon it, and those who stay at home and dream of them.

...and then, in dreaming, / The clouds methought would open and show riches / Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked / I cried to dream again.

Don't wanna sleep, don't wanna die, just wanna go a-travellin' through the pastures of the sky

Often I have thought of the day when I gazed for the first time at the sea. The sea is vast, the sea is wide, my eyes roved far and wide and longed to be free. But there was the horizon. Why a horizon, when I wanted the infinite from life?

I carry the place around the world in my heart but sometimes I try to shake it off in my dreams

No," said a voice, "the only thing wrong on a night like that is that there is a world and you must come back to it.

The mountains are so beautiful they make me ache inside because the moment I look away I know I shall need to see them again. And I cannot spend the rest of my life standing on the spot starting at shifting sunlight and mist and shadows across the sea.

Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

One cannot look at the sea without wishing for the wings of a swallow.