Dear Lord,” she said in a strangled whisper. “I can bear it for a while...but please don't let it hurt forever.
Self-confidence can be defined in two sentences. (1) I trust myself to face life’s challenges and (2) I trust myself to follow my dreams and goals.
Being with him made me want to make my own dreams, discover my own path. I was my best self when I was with him.
Kept dreaming of this spot she had on her neck, this tiny country. I wanted to visit, to paint a picture of what I found there, a wall with a road map of her skin.
I believe we do well to fall asleep each night with books. We enter the library of our dreams in good company then.
The dream of empire died when Shanghai surrendered without a fight. Even at the age of 11 or 12, I knew that no amount of patriotic newsreels would put the Union Jack jigsaw together again. From then on, I was slightly suspicious of all British adult...
Every member of Congress is sent to Washington to represent all of their constituents, regardless of their age, race, social standing, or sexual orientation, and I believe that America should be a place where everybody can dream, and nobody is left o...
I wanted to raise the voice of a lot of the people that I knew growing up, and this was, for the most part, poor people who had extraordinary dreams but also very amazing obstacles.
It’s not like I planned it. I never woke up from some rosy dream and said, “Okay, world, today I’m gonna spaz.
Hardin is like a drug; each time I take the tiniest bit of him, I crave more and more. He consumes my thoughts and invades my dreams.
Dream Song: As my eyes Search the prairie, I feel the summer in the spring. Whenever I pause The noise Of the village.
Trying to remember a dream from a decade ago is like trying to catch fog in a coffee filter. I could subsist on morning mist.
I realised, in all humility, that chosing to lead one kind of life means putting aside the desire to pursue other option.
Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight. Mercutio: And so did I. Romeo: Well, what was yours? Mercutio: That dreamers often lie.
Science, I am told, is making great strides, experimenting, groping after things which no sane man has ever dreamed of before – without being burned alive for it.
I suppose I just don't like to think (or believe) that once a man has acquired the gift of dreaming, he should (or even can) ever lose it.
I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.
[Dream] I do not want a grape. [Desire] I could make you want one.
I know you can dream your way through an otherwise fine life, and never wake up, which is what I almost did.
I was wrenched awake at the tail-end of a stifled scream. I fought my way up from a deep dark dream. The scream had been mine.
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.
