Once you embrace your value, talents and strengths, it neutralizes when others think less of you.
And the man who dreamt of flight has tripped and fallen in a hole.
Not only should we encourage kids to daydream, but also to jump-in and build those dreams. Dreaming is largely lost among adults drowning in self-imposed realities.
Every exceptional writer holds a Master of Arts in Daydreaming.
Every Daydream-hope starts with little incentives !
No daydreaming. No music, film, art, creative thinking or business.
When I'm sad I tend to slide in to day dream and sing along whatever I hear on the radio.
(Dreams drain the spirit if we dream too long.)
She knew that she had a tendency to allow her mind to wander, but surely that's what made the world interesting. One thought led to another, one memory triggered another. How dull it would be, she tho...
A daydreamer is a writer just waiting for pen and paper.
She imagined herself whirling breathlessly beneath the flashing lights of some impossibly chic Manhattan disco. Suddenly, a hand touches her arm. She turns. ‘Pardon me,’ Mick Jagger says, 'I believe t...
A fleeting second on someone's news feed,No dearth of meanings for those who read,Not my stories but 'tis what I think,I say I don't write poems, I just write dreams.
He stared at her, knowing with certainty thathe was falling in love. He looked the other way, Her face triggered through his heart, forcing him to look back, and admire that beauty!!Soon He pulled her...
Visualization: daydreaming with a purpose.
You can choose daily to brace up and face the harsh realities of life . . . Or while away the days that come by daydreaming . . . Better still, you can make your dreams your realities.
Daydreaming is the purest form of being. Take that away and One suffers.
Honesty can sometimes be so brutal to take in. It's usual to get so drowned in perceived idealism that you can't seem to separate it from honest reality. If, and when, you can separate the two, the ga...
Visualization is daydreaming with a purpose.
...and when he dies, cut him out in little stars, and the face of heaven will be so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no heed to the garish sun.
Now memories have an unusual way of coming back to you in the middle of a day.