We don’t sleep to sleep, dammit, any more than we eat to eat . We sleep to dream. We’re amphibians. We live in two elements and we need both." Edward Nesbit
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.
Keep your cherished photos of your destiny at the fore-front of your mind. No one gets the gut to make them blurred. Always think about it; dream about it and work it out!
Your doubts do nothing than pouring cold water on your enviable dreams. Just keep doubts away from you and you will not dilute your success story!
Think about what you are passionate about. Dream about it. Write it down. Read it always. Now, live it. Whatever you are passionate about will directly lead you to your purpose!
...one of the roles of man is to shut his eyes and keep them shut to see if he can continue into the night of his old age the dream curtailed in the night of his youth.
But for me the sweetest contact with God has no form. I close my eyes, look within, and enter a deep soft silence. The infinity of God's creation embraces me.
Of course, that’s how life is. A turn of events may seem very small at the time it’s happening, but you never really know, do you? How can you?
Earrings are like orgasms. You can never have too many." " I never thought about it quite that way." Well, you're a man. " She gave his knee a friendly pat.
There are no monsters, Doctor,' she spluttered. Yeah, There are,' he said. 'Some of them are just better at hiding than others. And then there are the ones we wouldn't know if we saw them.
Why help make big companies bigger when you can get the same thing from the little guy and actually help someone accomplish their dream?
She entered the place of her dreams along a much traveled path and returned treading very carefully in order not to shatter the tenuous visions against the harsh light of consciousness.
No one could say the stories were useless for as the tongue clacked five or forty fingers stitched corn was grated from the husk pathwork was pieced or the darning was done... (from 'The Storyteller Poems')
When Carri died, I felt like I had lost everything, except my life, and my memories of her. Now I can’t even dream of her...
How many hopes and dreams are trapped within these bones? How many wonders lie never to be discovered? This is what war is. Desolation, despair and loss. There are no victors.
There is the past, and there is the future. The present is never more than the single second dividing one from the other. We live poised on that second as it's hurtling forward—toward what?
...looking up at the stars, he had accepted life as a medium for action. Something to wield like a tool. One’s own life: an instrument for the shaping of the world.
Do you wrestle with dreams? Do you contend with shadows? Do you move in a kind of sleep? Time has slipped away. Your life is stolen. You tarried with trifles, Victim of your folly.
Don’t be too quick to accept every direction from friends. Watch closely what your hear before your apply.
Whatever you can think about, you can have it realized, provided you can work out the suggestions of your imaginations.
Your little kettle will rattle in the battle; just put it on fire. Spark your ambitions with action and thing will change. Be like a warrior!
