The sky is full of dreams but you dont know how to fly.
He made me feel unhinged . . . like he could take me apart and put me back together again and again.
I missed the future. Obviously I knew even before his recurrence that I'd never grow old with Augustus Waters. But thinking about Lidewij and her boyfriend, I felt robbed. I would probably never again see the ocean from thirty thousand feet above, so far up that you can't make out the waves or any boats, so that the ocean is a great and endless monolith. I could imagine it. I could remember it. But I couldn't see it again, and it occurred to me that the voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because there is always the thought that everything might be done better and again.
I still get nightmares. In fact I get them so often I should be used to them by now. Im not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares.
Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead.
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's laws wrong, it learned to walk without having feet. Funny, it seems to by keeping it's dreams; it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared.
It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.
I was born to catch dragons in their dens
And pick flowers
To tell tales and laugh away the morning
To drift and dream a lazy stream
And walk barefoot across sunshine days.
She had just realized there were two things that prevent us from achieving our dreams: believing them to be impossible or seeing those dreams made possible by some sudden turn of the wheel of fortune, when you least expected it.
For at that moment, all our fears suddenly surface: the fear of setting off along a road heading who knows where, the fear of a life full of new challenges, the fear of losing forever everything that is familiar.
Is that me?, "Leo said." me -having this dream- looking at me having a dream?
So many of our dreams at first seem impossible, then they seem improbable, and then, when we summon the will, they soon become inevitable.
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
a raisin in the sun?
Or fester a sore
And then run?
Does it stink rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over
a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.
Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the same horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men. Now, women forget all those things they don't want to remember, and remember everything they don't want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly.
What if you slept
And what if
In your sleep
And what if
In your dream
You went to heaven
And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower
And what if
When you awoke
You had that flower in you hand
Ah, what then?
Let go of the past and go for the future. Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you imagined.
A book is a dream that you hold in your hands.
I had a dream about you last night... you were a giant slinky and I watched you fall down the stairs.
I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, wine through water, and altered the color of my mind. And this is one: I'm going to tell it - but take care not to smile at any part of it.
If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.