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My places were emotional, primarily. I wrote of locales in which I had lived, or in which I imagined I could live, but the topography was primal and sexual and terminal. It bore no distinct architecture or design or dialect. It was merely human and in peril, which is to say universal. But on Royal and Coliseum and Vista--streets I cannot relinquish--I found my places and I dreamed a narrative. Can I go there and find it again?"--Tennessee Williams
— James Grissom, Follies of God: Tennessee Williams and the Women of the Fog
The only thing I’ve loved is nothing at all. The only thing I’ve desired is what I couldn’t even imagine. All I asked of life is that it go on by without my feeling it. All I demanded of love is that it never stop being a distant dream.
— Fernando Pessoa
Determination goes a long way when pursuing dreams.
— Mary Sage Nguyen
The validation of your dreams is not in the colour of your skin but in the quality of your heart.
— Kingsley Opuwari Manuel
All the colours in the rainbow don't compare, With one look in your impossible eyes, And I walked into the trap with my eyes wide shut, But I never knew what it would be like. All the plans were made, In the wooded glade, Where your body was split wide open, And I count to ten, As the race begins, Round your hairpin bends. Sometimes I feel I'll float away, Sometimes I feel I'll float away, Sometimes I feel I'll float away, Without you to hold me. I can't count the times I forgot my lines, And you pretended that you didn't know, Let me take you through each stage of the male  mistake, And we'll adopt our natural roles. And I need you more, Than you need to be needed, So I sign my will one stab at a time, And I count to ten, As the race begins, Round your hairpin bends. Sometimes I feel I'll float away, Sometimes I feel I'll float away, Sometimes I feel I'll float away, Without you to hold me. Sometimes I feel I'll float away, Sometimes I feel I'll float away, Sometimes I feel I'll float away, Without you to hold me. Away, away, away, away ".
— Suede, The Suede -- The Chord Songbook: Lyric Songbook, Octavo-Size Book
A dream is not needing anything. If it is a good one, it is waiting peaceably for ever until it is released and allowed to do its job. If it is a bad one, it is always fighting to get out.
— Roald Dahl
Don't leave the dream, lead your dreams!
— Akilnathan Logeswaran
Nothing is going to work out unless you step up and make it happen.
— Auliq-Ice
Don’t quit.When your latest efforts fail, don’t quit. When your performance is scoffed and ridiculed, don’t quit. When you’re told you have no talent, don’t quit. When you come in dead last, don’t quit. When it seems an uphill fight to keep going, don’t quit. When you can’t see any possible way to achieve your goals, don’t quit. When your last supporter is you alone, don’t quit. When discouragement and depression seem your constant companion, don’t quit. When you feel like quitting, don’t quit.Time and time again you will crave relief from the harsh fight of trying to succeed. You will falsely think that quitting will bring peace and reprieve, but alas, only regret and disappointment await the quitter. Victory means never ever quitting. So don’t quit.Do not quit.
— Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
I didn't want to sing.I wanted to be music.
— Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
Life itself is only a vision, a dream.""Nothing exists; all is a dream. God--man--the world--the sun, the moon, the wilderness of stars--a dream, all a dream; they have no existence. Nothing exists save empty space--and you!
— Mark Twain, The Mysterious Stranger
Don’t let the society or your own family or anybody to kill your dreams because your dreams are yourself!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
Poverty has in its favour an exquisite sleep filled with beautiful dreams.
— Honoré de Balzac, The Atheist’s Mass
I wanted to be that,The one which was vast,The one which laughed,The one which surpassed,Yes, which also collapsed.True, it was abstract.I wanted to be that.I still, want to be that!
— Jasleen Kaur Gumber
Whatever you dream be aware that it is just a dream.Yet, since there are infinite parallel universes, whatever you dream must be real somewhere in the multiverse.And if it is real, no matter where, then it is not a dream anymore.
— Franco Santoro
Sometimes something that you've been asking forIt's just something that you could not see before. For it was something that made you belong,And that was there the whole time all along.
— Ana Claudia Antunes, A-Z of Happiness: Tips for Living and Breaking Through the Chain that Separates You from Getting That Dream Job
realize what you are not doing and dare to do what you are not doing. What distinctive thing are you not doing?
— Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
Governors were once minors. Presidents were once residents.
— Michael Bassey Johnson, Master of Maxims
The mind work sometimes in life as it does in a dream. It makes substitutions...
— Daniel Levine
Sometimes dreaming is opening your eyes and looking at the world around you.
— Auliq-Ice
Country life has its advantages,' he used to say. 'You sit on the veranda drinking tea and your ducklings swim on the pond, and everything smells good. . . and there are gooseberries.
— Anton Chekhov, Gooseberries
I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long.
— Bill Watterson, The Complete Calvin and Hobbes
It was hard and sour, but, as Poushkin said, the illusion which exalts us is dearer to us than ten thousand truths. I saw a happy man, one whose dearest dream had come true, who had attained his goal in life, who had got what he wanted, and was pleased with his destiny and with himself.
— Anton Chekhov
Your life is made up of your dreams and your realities, your expectations and your possibilities.
— Debasish Mridha
All dreams are possible, if we work and wait for the manifest.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
There are many things that you can avoid by just knowing something. Knowledge of self is the most notable knowledge I pursue. By knowing myself, I avoided dead dreams and a meaningless life.
— Innocent Mwatsikesimbe, The Vision
Shamans enter the dream world of sub-consciousness to wrestle with demons and rally angels. They return with tales of their encounters which become the myths and legends of their communities.
— Jeff Rasley
It's still ok to dream with a broken heart.
— Nikki Rowe
If you have never met a woman that would never give up, then you have never met a woman that has seen miracles.
— Shannon L. Alder
There is no failure in loving someone, only in never letting them know.
— Shannon L. Alder
People may create your dreams with you, not for you. It’s you and only you who has to think, start and continue.
— Vikrmn, Corpkshetra
Every boy dreams of serving in the Kingsguard.
— George R.R. Martin, A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms
Nurture your Dream everyday. A strong dream will empower you to take bold decisions and allow you to follow your heart.
— Manoj Arora, Dream On
Great dreams may not necessarily come to pass greatly at a twinkle of an eye. The best dream which survive greatly in reality takes great roots first before it grows in reality to bear great fruits. Delay is not death! Carefully and patiently nurture your dreams and make them happen distinctively in reality
— Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
When your hobby becomes your work, life automatically transforms into a never ending holiday
— Anamika Mishra, Voicemates: A Novel
Something statuesque is approaching her. It radiates a field of dynamic tension that grows more intense the closer it comes, its shadow lengthening upon the floor. Still, she cannot turn around to see the horror behind her, for at this point she cannot move her body, which is stiff-jointed and rigid. Perhaps she can scream, she thinks, and makes an attempt to do so. But this fails, because by then there is already a firm and tepid hand that has covered her mouth from behind. The fingers on her lips feel like thick, naked crayons.
— Thomas Ligotti, Songs of a Dead Dreamer and Grimscribe
....and I gazed at these forms incomprehensible to me, but which revealed the immortal thoughts of the greatest shatterer of dreams who had ever dwelt on earth.
— Guy de Maupassant, The Complete Short Stories of Guy de Maupassant, Part One
I have covenanted with my Lord that He should not send visions, or dreams or even angels! I am content with this gift of the Scriptures, which teaches and supplies all that is necessary both for this life and that which is to come.
— Martin Luther
Let your feelings dream, dreams act, actions speak.
— Vikrmn, Corpkshetra
In dreams begin responsibilities
— W.B. Yeats
Life is too short not to believe in something.
— Isabella Irini Poretsis
If only they could live in the twilight of their dreams, in the tiny moment before the harsh light of reality found them, perhaps they could be happy.
— D.A. Henneman, Sea of Dreams
Chasing your dreams is like running a race in the dark, you may quit disheartened, not knowing you were one step away from the finish line.
— Prerna Kumar
Why do we have to listen to our hearts?” the boy asked, when they had made camp that day.“Because, wherever your heart is, that is where you'll find your treasure.”“But my heart is agitated,” the boy said. “It has its dreams, it gets emotional, and it's become passionate over a woman of the desert. It asks things of me, and it keeps me from sleeping many nights, when I'm thinking about her.”“Well, that's good. Your heart is alive. Keep listening to what it has to say.” . . .“My heart is a traitor,” the boy said to the alchemist, when they had paused to rest the horses. “it doesn't want me to go on.”“That makes sense,” the alchemist answered. “Naturally it's afraid that, in pursuing your dream, you might lose everything you've won.”“Well then, why should I listen to my heart?”“Because you will never again be able to keep it quiet. Even if you pretend not to have heard what it tells you, it will always be there inside you, repeating to you what you're thinking about life and about the world.”“You mean I should listen, even if it's treasonous?”“Treason is a blow that comes unexpectedly. If you know your heart well, it will never be able to do that to you. Because you'll know it's dreams and wishes, and will know how to deal with them.”“You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it's better to listen to what it has to say. That way, you'll never have to fear an unexpected blow.
— Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
Dreams can lie, your Grace.
— George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons
Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the other who would drag us all into the eternal light
— George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons
What magic is this?' the muse says to the man. 'A flower, a dream, a fairy-tale wish,' the man says to his muse. The muse smiles.
— Adam Scott Wolf
Great dreams do not come to pass greatly at a twinkle of an eye, but you may see them happening at a twinkle of an eye. The best dream which survive greatly in reality takes great roots first before it grows in reality to bear great fruits. Delay is not death! Carefully and patiently nurture your dreams and make them happen distinctively in reality
— Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
Consequences are not the spoiler that kills my dreams. Rather, they are the lessons that enhance my dreaming.
— Craig D. Lounsbrough, A View from the Front Porch: Encounters with Life and Jesus
If you believe in yourself and work hard, your dreams will come true
— Mindy Kaling, Why Not Me?
The first step to finding your path to success is not to alter your dreams to fit reality, but to alter your reality to fit your dreams.
— Tiffany L. Jackson, 12 Keys to Success for Misfits, Weirdos & Introverts: A Practical and Spiritual Guide to Understanding Your Place in the World
Play it once for old times' sake. Play it twice to not forsake. And play it thrice if you cannot fake. Joyous life is your to take. You always get what you make.
— Ana Claudia Antunes, A-Z of Happiness: Tips for Living and Breaking Through the Chain that Separates You from Getting That Dream Job
If you experience any emotion like frustration, hesitation or anger, while planning your dream life , means you need to clear some mental blocks.
— Hina Hashmi, Your Life A Practical Guide to Happiness Peace and Fulfilment
Breathing dreams like air
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Dreams have to be made real, not reality changed into dreams.
— Osho, Creativity: Unleashing the Forces Within
You will never find peace when the need you cling to is not the want you desire. But when does a want become a need... when it is all you think about?
— Shannon L. Alder
Programming your mind with positive thoughts each day will go a long way to keep you from allowing external criticism to derail your dreams.
— Ken Poirot
How can I forget there's just one life & so much to do. Let me choose the best things to do & start to do.
— Chetan M. Kumbhar, Panasu The Golden City & The Capasstars
You think you've forgotten how to dream," he said, "but really...you're just waiting for the right dream.
— Cole McCade, A Second Chance at Paris
While you desire lasting change with positive results, it will take commitment from you to transform your dreams into a reality. Be aware that there can be tough moments when you're ready to throw in the towel. Frustrating times when you may want to quit. When it gets rough or you hit a roadblock, you must forge ahead and keep going. Despite blood, sweat, and tears, do not give up on yourself. You are worth the fight for a brighter future!
— Dana Arcuri, Reinventing You: Simple Steps to Transform Your Body, Mind, & Spirit
Don't shun oppositions. They are there to position you well. Opposition is the great valley between great men and they that give up because of the arduous journey they may have to take through the valley. Don't shun oppositions
—  Position yourself with oppositions!
The greatest self is the grace to live for your dreams.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Self confident is the courage to chase your dream.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Life is like the sea. Its tides and currents sometimes take a man to distant shores that he never dreamed existed
— Jocelyn  Murray, The English Pirate
Dream hurts
—  yet we never stop dreaming
Truth and dreams are always getting muddled.
— David Almond, Skellig
Whatever you do or wherever you go in life, after a while everything you did will look like a dream to you!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
Most of my novels were developped from dreams I had. A dreamer I AM! Literally , at 1 AM. A dream with 140 characters is to dream an impossible dream. Too many characters to develoo from it. But in twitter that worked just fine for me,
— Ana Claudia Antunes
It is possible to have what you wish for.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Dreams are the inner perceptions and realizations that require goal oriented actions and persistence.
— Debasish Mridha
Dreams turn to dust in light of day.
— George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows
I just met Stephen King in my dreams... I just said what I have watched and read from his books... Mainly I received a hug from him, it was like we are friends from long time.
— Deyth Banger
Dream as if everything is possible.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Poor people are those who does not have Dreams rather does not Money...
— J Jena
Poor people are those who do not have Dreams rather do not have Money…
— Jagabandhu Jena
You are not a human being, but you are a thinking and dreaming machine.
— Debasish Mridha
...who I am to talk? I dream of rain.
— Alice Hoffman, The Marriage of Opposites
You may give up your big dream and that is very hard! If necessary, give it up but then create a new one! Never live without big dreams because they will keep you alive in life!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
Our dreams seldom approach us
—  the rule is this: We must approach them!
As the sun knows
—  even the sky is not the limit...
Happy people can look back and say they chose their life, not settled for it.
— Shannon L. Alder
So many people focus on who they will be that they never get around to figuring out who they are.
— Shannon L. Alder
Midnight! the outpost of advancing day!The frontier town and citadel of night!The watershed of Time, from which the streamsOf Yesterday and To-morrow take their way,One to the land of promise and of light,One to the land of darkness and of dreams!
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
So many wants distract man from his divine purpose.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
It is better to experience temporary discomfort to achieve the dream, than permanent comfort without any fulfillment.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
You either live the life that is easy or you live the life that is difficult, but appreciate it more.
— Shannon L. Alder
What you think of yourself is what you will become.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Chase your dreams and see how far you can reach.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
One of the most human things that you can do is reach out for the stars knowing that you might not ever touch them; we are all perfectly imperfect, but to live knowing so is to be a fulfilled human being.
— Oli Anderson, Personal Revolutions: A Short Course in Realness
Go chase your dreams. Give it a try. And see how far you can go.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Chase your dreams even with the last breath.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Chase your dreams with all your strength, soul and spirit.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Dreams are sacred future events. It can be either a fate or a warning.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Thoughts are wakeful dreams without the pictures.
— Debasish Mridha
The sacred souls dream sacred dreams.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
You don't always get your dreams come to you in FULL DEFINITION. It usually comes in bits and pieces of the picture you've conceived in your mind; but it certainly comes. And when it comes, even blurry in LOW DEFINITION, and you recognize it, all you've got to do is make a little tweaks here and there and then you can fine tune it to the BEST DEFINITION. You however, have to DREAM!
— Ufuoma Apoki
Chase your dreams with all your strength, soul land sprit.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Dreams can be either fate or a warning.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Dreams are sacred future events
— Lailah Gifty Akita
The way to make your dreams come true is to absolutely believe in them.
— Helen M. Barry
What you value at the highest level needs to be in alignment with your partner or you will have conflict.
— Shannon L. Alder
Dreams are epitome of life.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
A dream is sacred essence of life.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Dreams give the strength to live life.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Every Person wishes to stay happy, to flourishAnd live enough to see his dreams come true.Dreams...either they come true and earn appreciation for its dreamerOr remain unfulfilled and make its dreamer empty.Delight, sorrow, nourishment, emptiness are fated.I think those people are braver who despite having wish to stay happy also accept their bitter fate smilingly and acquiescently!
— Salsabeel
Life is too big for small dreams.
— Debasish Mridha
For the first time in my life, I believe that maybe I can be more than what I am, that I can be more than I ever dreamed of. Because of him.
— Lucy Hawkins, Finding Orlando
Is it not better to live in dreams and realize it than to live in reality and forget to dream?
— Debasish Mridha
The things that I've been longing for were nothing but dreams.
— Mika Yamamori, ひるなかの流星 3 [Hirunaka no Ryuusei 3]
Aim deliberately at goal and stay focus to fulfill it.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
If it has to be done, you have to do it yourself.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
My passionate leisure pursuit are reading, wondering and writing.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Do not get discourage in pursuit of your dreams.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Fight for your dreams with all your strength, soul and spirit.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Purposely decide what you want to do.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Work hard to fulfill your dreams.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
It was a curious day, slashed abruptly with fleeting, familiar impressions.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
Leave your comfort-zone and begin to chase your dreams.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
With courage, you can confidently chase your dreams.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Confidently chase your dreams.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
The attitude of the city on his action was of no importance to him, not because he was going to leave the city, but because any outside attitude on the situation seemed superficial. He was completely indifferent to popular opinion.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
Stay determined to achieve your dreams.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Passionately commit your life to fulfillment of your dreams.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Be determined to fulfill your dreams.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Act as if it was and it will be.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
With the greatest force within, you can go farther.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Seek to exceed your own expectations.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
The greatest feeling is the fulfillment of dreams.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
I work for what I want.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Persist in the pursuit of your passion.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Persistence is the key to fulfilling the dream.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
The only limit to what you can achieve is the limit you set for yourself.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Stay focus to fulfill your dreams.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
The mind is the center of all attractions.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
The real destination lies in step taking!
— Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
The way to make your dreams come true is to start believing in them.
— Helen Barry
You will know what and who really matters to you the moment you feel you have lost them.
— Shannon L. Alder
Never stop dreaming. Never stop listening to the music that is inside of you.
— Debasish Mridha
The pursuit of PhD is an enduring daring adventure.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Where do dreams come from?...they slink out of books, they lurk in the stacks of libraries. Out of pages turned they rise like the scent of peonies and infect the brain with their promises.
— Marge Piercy
She’d known for years that good things didn’t last, that loved ones went away and dreams were as easy to reach as the stars in the sky.
— Eliza Lloyd, Jack's Hellion
With patient and persistent, we possess what we want.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
The pursuit of dreams comes with a cost.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Are you willing to pay the price for the fulfilment of your passion?
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Stay focus. Stay focus.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Begin to chase your dreams with great passion.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Keep trying hard because there is always a next time.
— Anamika Mishra, VoiceMates - A Novel
The greatest dreams are always considered unrealistic to those with no ambition
— Fearless Motivation
Sometimes a dream can appear more real than reality itself.
— Theodore Volgoff, The Pool
Believe you can achieve your dreams.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
With faith, you can find your fate.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
All things are possible for whoever believes.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
What is your specific mission in life?
— Lailah Gifty Akita
If you can believe in your dreams, you will find the strength to chase them.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
May you find the strength to chase your dreams
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Begin to chase your dreams.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
You have to believe in your dreams.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Believe in your passionate dreams.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
If you know what you want, you find the strength to work for its fulfillment.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
If you believe you can achieve your dreams, you find the strength to pursue it.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
How I miss wandering around with old souls, Aimlessly moving from one place to anotherHow I miss all our dreams and our goalsAnd how we've lost ourselves to find each otherSeems like a playful game of hide-n-seekBut that's how we'll forever play this lifeLoving and living the truth that we seekUntil embraced we find our way to striveGazing into strangers' eyes to find our soul mates,Knowing we're so much closer than we thought.Our heart keeps the light that forever radiatesThrough all the darkness, 'til love is taughtAnd yet again we look into the skies,We see the stars, the moon, that lightMissing our home beyond the nightsLiving in love until the end of the fight.
— Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache
What separates a weak dreamer and a great dreamer is who is wishing and waiting or who is willing and working.
— Israelmore Ayivor, You Can Rise
The best dreams are the dreams we made come true for the world.
— Psyche Roxas-Mendoza
Nothing that is mentally our own can ever be lost.
— Sigmund Freud, The Interpretation of Dreams
Empowered Women 101: You are either creating drama or creating memories together. The choice is yours.
— Shannon L. Alder
She believes in love and romance. She believes her life is one day going to be transformed into something wonderful and exciting. She has hopes and fears and worries, just like anyone else. Sometimes she feels frightened." He pauses, and adds in a softer voice, "Sometimes she feels unloved. Sometimes she feels she will never gain approval from those people who are most important to her."s
— Sophie Kinsella, Can You Keep a Secret?
Illusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth. Roll up that tender air and the plant dies, the colour fades. The earth we walk on is a parched cinder. It is marl we tread and fiery cobbles scorch our feet. By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. ‘Tis waking that kills us.
— Virginia Woolf, Orlando
For years afterward, I had dreams in which my mother appeared in strange forms, her features sewn onto other beings in combinations that seemed both grotesque and profound: as a slippery white fish at the end of my hook, with a trout’s gaping, sorrowful mouth and her dark, shuttered eyes; as the elm tree at the edge of our property, its ragged clumps of tarnished gold leaves replaced by knotted skeins of her black hair; as the lame gray dog that lived on the Mueller’s property, whose mouth, her mouth, opened and closed in yearning and who never made a sound. As I grew older, I came to realize that death had been easy for my mother; to fear death, you must first have something to tether you to life. But she had not. It was as if she had been preparing for her death the entire time I knew her. One day she was alive; the next, not.And as Sybil said, she was lucky. For what more could we presume to ask from death — but kindness?
— Hanya Yanagihara, The People in the Trees
Their doubt is your fuel for dreams. You just have to drive.
— Criss Jami
I dream that I run away from home taking the bot I love with me. I dream that I saw the ocean and it was endless and that I could not find the end of it. I dream that I fall asleep in an unquiet room with the boy that loves me and that I dream that I've run away from home taking the boy I love with me. I dream that I saw the ocean and it was endless and I could not find the end of it. I dream that I fall asleep in an unquiet room and that I dream about the life I'm already living.
— Nicola Yoon, Everything, Everything
Some people just win, while others win with indelible styles. Don’t just dream to win; dare to be remain a winner!
— Israelmore Ayivor, You Can Rise
If you believe in yourself and work hard, your dreams will come
— Mindy Kaling, Why Not Me?
I've got dreams and goals waiting for me to catch up to them
— Teresa Marie Garcia
Decisions are the privilege we’ve been granted to have a hand in penning the script of our lives. And in the writing, the question is not the availability of the paper or the pen. The question is the wisdom to use them rightly.
— Craig D. Lounsbrough, An Intimate Collision: Encounters with Life and Jesus
When you follow your heart you allow miraculous possibilities to unfold.
— Menna van Praag, Men, Money and Chocolate: What more could there be to life?
We all do have a vision in life and we all wish to achieve something in life. We all ought to note that vision is there for everyone but, achievement is there for someone!
— Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
They were doers and thinkers and lovers and seekers and givers, but dreamers, most dangerously of all.
— Taiye Selasi, Ghana Must Go
Win the dreams. Period.
— Vikrmn, Corpkshetra
Even at 80, I shall say that I am yet to start, Yes! I shall say that I am yet to start, for that shall give me the real reason never ever to look back and see what I have done but, to look ahead and see the marvelous things I shall be able to do and the distinctive footprints I shall be able live and leave with the very seconds that shall be ahead of me! Life must never be over until all is over!
— Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
What do I wish I could be doing if money or status were not an issue?
— Michael Hyatt, Living Forward: A Proven Plan to Stop Drifting and Get the Life You Want
Sometimes letting go is not about a lack of faith in God, but a lack in faith that you have it in yourself to pull off the greatest plan he has in store for you.
— Shannon L. Alder
You can never go further than your own thoughts.
— Debasish Mridha
That is what I love best about dreams, and about makings, good makings. They are folded-up buds of complications and mysteries, and if you stay with them patiently, they will unfold and unfold, and never stop unfolding. Dreams are flowers that never stop blooming.
— Katherine Catmull, The Radiant Road
Entire universes flourish in my mind. Sometimes I get lost in there.
— Janey Colbourne
Dreams, as we all know, are very curious things: certain incidents in them are presented with quite uncanny vividness, each detail executed with the finishing touch of a jeweller, while others you leap across as though entirely unaware of, for instance, space and time. Dreams seem to be induced not by reason but by desire, not by the head but by the heart, and yet what clever tricks my reason has sometimes played on me in dreams!
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground
You can start chasing your dreams.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
...4-5-6: when time escapes the day in its most beautiful way. She starves for that beauty, she longs to quench her limitless thirst, but those moments are so fleeting and their limit is her unrest. Her bones are hollow and heavy as she takes a single step, and in that instant she is gone, blinded by the flash of a stray ray of light, her eyes close in that moment and stars flood her night. She falls forward slow, counting the half seconds of her descent. Her eyes stay closed, her thoughts are spent.
— Hubert Martin
Hence, viper thoughts, that coil around my mind, Reality's dark dream! I turn from you, and listen to the wind.
— Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Dejection: An Ode
Work hard and wait for the fulfillment of future events.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
And then I walked out, straight through the twilight, treading the beaten earth. There were no dust clouds, no signs of anyone, but I paid no mind. I was my own lucky hand of solitaire. The desert landscape unchanging: a long, unwinding scroll that I would one day amuse myself by filling. I'm going to remember everything and then I'm going to write it all down. An aria to a coat. A requiem for a café. That's what I was thinking, in my dream, looking down at my hands.
— Patti Smith, M Train
It does not matter where you are standing right now, what matters is where you are headed to.
— Sanchita Pandey
The answer of life struggles in between two kinds of people- those who live to dreamand those who dream to liveAsk them the question about death if they can truly conceive
— Munia Khan
When you believe and act on your dreams, your dreams will become a reality.
— Debasish Mridha
You become what you focus on and dream about.
— Debasish Mridha
I'd rather change my dreams than live knowing four innocent men were in prison or hanged for a crime they didn't commit.
— Naomi Rawlings, Love's Violet Sunrise
Nightmares and secrets. Ewan wished he knew what had happened to these girls before he found them.
— C.J. Milbrandt, Inside the Tree: A Ewan Johns Adventure
If there were nothing but thought in you. You wouldn't even know your thinking. You would be like a dreamer who doesn't know he's dreaming. You would be as identified with thought as a dreamer is with every image in the dream.
— Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life's Purpose
They that fail to understand their dreams, visions and aspirations in life and the real steps to take to make dreams a reality shall always have realities of life teaching them the had I knows of life.
— Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
My vision is to change the world and paint it with a brush that is powerful enough to make us one.
— Morgan Chabane
First I dream my life. Then I live in that dream with love and joy.
— Debasish Mridha
Open your wings, fly toward the sky To live in your dream, even if it is high
— Debasish Mridha
There is no fun or glory living a dull life. You have take chance and tackle challenges to make it interesting.
— Evan  Smith
Ignite the fire in thy soul.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
On the surface, there is no distinction between our experiences—some are vivid, others opaque; some are pleasant, others cause agony upon recollection—but there is no way of knowing which are dreams and which are reality.
— Silvina Ocampo, Thus Were Their Faces: Selected Short Stories
Set great expectations for yourself.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
You can graciously achieve your dreams.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Dream? What it is? If you realise it, it's everything; if not, continue the slumber.
— Vikrmn, Corpkshetra
What do you do when your words aren't enough? What do you do when your actions have no effect? What do you do when all the fibers of your existence scream just to be heard? And yet, only the most deafening silence returns the echoes of your screams. Is there something beyond words and action?
— Hubert Martin
She was a mimicry of a facade fashioned from the half-truths of her life. She was a beautiful abomination, patched together from the most pristine and terrible parts she could find. She was a black crystal of many cuts and facets whose dark glow suffocated and entranced those it washed over. There was a pointlessness in her eyes and apathy in her stature, and further in, past the symphonies of nightmarish screams was a blinding light. All the capability she could ever ask for kept in a place she would never reach. She chose the ice rather than the fire, shivering and hard with heat sparse, for while a flicker can exist in freeze's cold, it's heat will not radiate, no matter how bold. She took my face in hands that would make ice seem warm and whispered a blizzard into my ear, a cascading song of fear after fear. The lies she spilled, mixed with regrets and appeal, were cloaked in the inferno of her rage, the anger, the only thing that really made her real. This was her one semblance of life, a bottomless and endless void of proportions vast with a calamity of fusion and fission streaking through, a mindless hue, an emotion with a face, a darling of her race. The cracks spew darkness from within her ever so pale skin. They congregated on her curves and flesh in black and churning rivers and streams. They flooded every dip with blackness. They filled every hollow with unstable curiosity, this is her release, this is when she is free. The faces of deceit always laugh, they never wallow for their lies are a pleasure tool, her insides are contorted in laughter the same way, just as slick, just as cruel. A crude combination of fascination, of animation, of the darkest demons of them all. She was poetry written in pen, scratched and scribbled again and again. Ink splattered across the page, and within those scrawled words, those small, sharp incisions, an image can be seen, and you're left to wonder what, in the end, this all could mean...
— Hubert Martin
Though I exist in the realms of day and night, I'm only truly alive in the moments between.
— Hubert Martin
If I tear the sun from the sky and bring all the stars cascading down, would that line of your lips curve to a smile or a frown? With my hands burnt to a crisp and prosthetics in their place, would you hold me close and allow comfort in your embrace? If I fashioned a band from that sun and those stars, would you kiss these lines on my flesh? These irrevocable scars? I've fashioned for you this band of infinite light! Yet upon your finger it is not nearly so bright... You are my stars, sun and light. You are blazing fire in hopeless night. You are a reflection of perfection if my soul stood a mirror. Your affection is my infection, if only you could be nearer. You stand as a darling of your race, while I lay as an emotion with a face. What I sought and seek is not easily found, Yet from your lips escapes the perfect sound. My name and yours, yours and mine, Not even softest silk could be so fine. And yet, I see you standing there, Indecisive and fiddling with your hair. Your eyes are downward cast and your tears and my tears flow, What I would do to see them glow…and for you to know.
— Hubert Martin
And once the ripples still and the water returns to its unwavering calm, even the pebble that broke its surface will be forgotten. And the world will go on.
— Hubert Martin
I was lost in the moments I decided to keep. To be awake in a dreamless sleep. And in that place between dream and sleep, I planted some more things I would like to keep.
— Hubert Martin
She was starmetal bones with kaleidoscope eyes. A cracked framework of unique beauty, a patchwork portrait filled with swirling brush strokes, an amalgamation of delicate light and detailed shatter. I could write a novel about the way she breathes.
— Hubert Martin
She's an array of undiscovered words, of feeling beyond my threshold. I'm just a man, trying to hold himself together in her wake.
— Hubert Martin
The flicker, the flutter, even thoughts can stutter.
— Hubert Martin
I gave her the world, the moon, the sun, the stars, the planets... I gave her my breath, my voice, my sight, my life... I gave her memories, dreams, happiness... I gave her care and compassion... I gave her everything... and with sickly curved words, venom dripping from her fingers, she whispered in a way that would shatter glass... between her poisonous lips and her barbed teeth, she told me a story of blackness and catastrophe... from her mind a story of corruption and infamy sprang, her first touch an eternal perversion of my vision of life, an absolute seduction from the face of unbearable desire herself... the chills of a dead soul are frosty, a clouded layer of ash fills my insides, specks of dust fill my veins, empty thoughts smother my mind... and in the final steps of our pitifully destructive dance, I will dip you low, caress you so closely, feel the softness of your neck with the skin of my lips and, for that single moment, lost in the promise in your eyes and the intoxicating scent of your taunt body, I saw a sort of perfection that in any other place and light I would only hopelessly attempt to imagine... a horribly curious vividly creative swirl of chaos and flesh eating light, a specter of glow, paint and sound whose first inhalation is the slow quiver of last exhale, my exhale, my final whisper... I only wish I could have done more... but so impossible was it to resist what made her, her...
— Hubert Martin
It was her eyes. Soft, meadow-shade eyes with frostbitten edges. Every glance casually held gossamer infinity. Every stare revealed inky black abyss with a hint of divinity.
— Hubert Martin
Stop the bleeding! Gauze the wound!" And his voice became much softer, "Those are the words... I've yet to write." He died with that exhale. He died in a steaming carmine pool of unwritten stories that incredibly cold night. He always thought his work would take the form of ink, pen and paper, but as the last glow dimmed in his eyes, he realized his most meaningful words were sloppily spilled and patched together using blood, bullet holes and concrete.
— Hubert Martin
Woven words are little conviction when I present myself as a man of fiction.
— Hubert Martin
She was carmine shadows reflecting from my crimson words. Every pulse sent a velvet ripple through the shade. Every breath, a scarlet pause.
— Hubert Martin
He picks the lock of her dreams with her own hairpin.
— Patti Smith, M Train
Life is an accumulation of what your Heart and mind has pondered most, a conclusion of all you wishes, dreams and desires.
— Steven Redhead, Unleash The Power of Your Heart and Mind
Pursue your dreams unceasingly until you achieve exactly what it is that you imagined.
— Steven Redhead, Unleash The Power of Your Heart and Mind
Start creating a life you desire, bringing your dreams to life, taking what is then turning it around to create what is possible.
— Steven Redhead
The pursuit of common dreams only produces common results.
— Steven Redhead, Life Is Simply A Game
The streets of America may not have been paved with gold, but they were cobbled in middle-class dreams.
— Regina Lee Blaszczyk, American Consumer Society, 1865-2005: From Hearth to HDTV (The American History) (American History Series)
With ravenous passion and reckless ambition he forged his thoughts into words, obsessed with the notion that dying would not be the last thing he would do.
— Hubert Martin
He was a musician of the best nature, with guitar string fingertips and soft flute lips that could tighten in a trumpet's purse. Every movement was perfect, every breath filled with purpose. Whether close or open, his eyes seeped ambition and his body burned with chaotic passion. I was his instrument and he played me so well. His fingers fashioned a tune of ecstasy while his lips felt the reed shudders of my skin. He stole my breath and made it his own, using my lips to create his climactic song. A symphony of electricity and orgasmic bliss, he played me so well his fingers never did miss. Half-circles and hooks with my parted lips as his speaker, I never knew another musician so ruthlessly eager. To finish his song, to hit every note, elongating the melody of every sound from the depths of my throat. He was ambitious, pushing my limits, tearing my reservations and destroying my thresholds, all I could do was phase in and out, my ears ringing from the ballad I was made to produce.
— Hubert Martin
He gave up. No hint of ember behind his eyes nor life in his breath. He snipped the last, overstretched strand of hope, and nicked the strand of life by mistake. He did it with his hands.
— Hubert Martin
She had the blood of the sun running through her veins and the dust of stars at her fingertips. Her every breath birthed new cosmos and her thoughts were the super moon of the darkest night. Every word was a supernova and every step an inescapable singularity. Her touch though...it was soft.
— Hubert Martin
Spare parts lay scattered, every turn wrought with twisted dread, all over the ground, the rooftops, and they were still. Some moving, twitching, enough to almost see. Half cracked and shattered, but still visible and eerie, smiles spread wide and thin, teeth decayed and not, paralleled by hollowed, some missing or in other places, eyes of shades green and blue and some brown with red, but no white, just color portrayed, even if it may be dampened in every way. The beauty in the frivolity, the polished shining gears and cracked glass illuminated so brightly, create a portrait of terror and wonder, significance of a different sort, that only human eyes can see and human minds can feel, but all this is something only dreams, the ethereal concepts that fuse and mince chaos and order into a more paradoxical state, can create and fathom and fashion and make. And yet, doubts upon anxious contradictions, my fingers can feel the brokenness of what can be witnessed, an abyss within a void where deeper within the still lies a glow, a half pulse of a flutter, a vein of mimicry of the reverse of all I see, with concave eyes lost in the magnitude of image whole. Massive and monumental, my feet dragged behind me, cuts in the dirt and spiraling tracks. And then I awoke, half my world disappeared. So much empty within the whole, holes of sizes big and small and all between, the loss of, what it was to be called, my dream. And then my life ended, the holes and tears and cracks complete, empty eyes can still see so clearly, the nothingness that everything has become, shadow and matte a combination of dark on black, in the nothingness that all has become, it is all complete in a way opposite of what I know, a world different in every way and stretch I see, vision upon view of different and strange, only when empty eyes, longing for purpose dreading its meaning, gaze upon their own reflection will the last piece fall into place, a round puzzle of pieces triangular and square, the completeness in the nothingness can be seen, mind flooded with wonder, envisioning the antonym of a dream, and what, in this new beginning, this all could mean. With a blink it all changes, incomplete images appear, holes are wide and seen because you are back now, between death and dream, interwoven as an integral part of this necessary in between seam, and when you touch, worry creases the brow, their faces, half real and the other untouchable, your hand passes through their skin, penetration of the most intimate sort, holding their hearts as if for sport. The warmth, the beating, the crimson piercing blood, so beautiful, the engine that we run, pumping and pumping only to cause the most dreaded flood. Now I drown, and I see you drown too. Together, we are, for split seconds few, we are torn apart and disappear in this vast blood red hue.
— Hubert Martin
And though they fell as ashes, their shadows drifted as leaves.
— Hubert Martin
Woven words are little conviction when I present myself as a man of fiction. And you a woman of lies and deceit, stumbling forward on two left feet. You are an exquisite figurine of an incomprehensible place, While I, a soldier of my cause, my race. A single sip of you would satiate thirst, hunger and empty. Yet, you stand unmoved, comfortable knowing you could stave desires plenty. To my heart, you are known as 'shatter.' Between saint and sin, you are the latter. End, not even my finest words will matter. The still, the silence, even then, you are famine to my soul. My chest lacks certain weight now; I simply wish to be whole. Now, I stand before you broken, humbled and so bare, Only to see your infinite eyes brimming with no care. Your heart is a cauldron that burns darkest fuel. And I a remnant of smog, the overly-bitter fool. The man of fiction stumbles forward on two left feet, The woman of lies weaves words of conviction and deceit.
— Hubert Martin
An outline, my body, no mass or feeling, A dark reflection spread from floor to ceiling, The faceless copycat stalks me day after day, A personal eclipse of the sun never going astray, Each movement mine in a world of its own, Whispering shades unseen of a different home, A skewed yet comparable story occurs every day, Removed, though not far, less than halfway, The whiter the glow the blacker the stain, An ethereal cachet remaining midst the acidic rain, A trust and intimacy of a curious nature, I follow, it follows, we follow a stranger.
— Hubert Martin
They flew to avoid the horrors of land and sea, Daedalus and Icarus were for few moments free. Though the sun was Icarus' ultimate bane, we came to always remember his name. For he felt the sun's burn, a lesson Daedalus would never learn. When he found his son's corpse and looked upon his face, he saw a smile there fastened in place. He continued his life wondering what his son had seen, hoping it was worth it since his dead smile was so serene. The sun always seemed to mock him after, shining, brilliant, blinding laughter. Daedalus grew withered and haunted by light, preferring the sea's air in the depths of night. He watched lunar birds soar through the stars and away, forever regretting his decision to take flight during the day. He had lost his son to the sun in a twist of anomaly, he wondered which of them truly escaped that day, in all honesty.
— Hubert Martin
I love her, but every hug leaves bullet holes in my chest. Every kiss is another scar upon my flesh. Every thrust, every touch, every moan that escapes her lips...they are famine to my soul, and I still can't let her go.
— Hubert Martin
She was poetry written in pen, scribbled and scrawled again and again. Ink splattered across the page. And within those scratched words, those small, sharp incisions, an image can be seen and you're left to wonder what, in the end, this all could mean.
— Hubert Martin
Our bodies are made of supernova dust, the epitome of ultimate destruction and shatter. And though we are whole, beings with bodies and souls, with cosmos in our eyes and black heart holes, we love as fiercely as the force of creation.
— Hubert Martin