Your dreams are unlimited possibilities.
The death of a dream is the day that you stop believing in the work it takes to get there.
I don't understand people who dream in black and white. I just don't get it. My dreams have always been vivid color.
Humility makes you reach out to others for guidance.
Each day should be founded on a purpose and work in harmony with the core reason for your life.
We may place blame, give reasons, and even have excuses; but in the end, it is an act of cowardice to not follow your dreams.
Her failure didn’t matter, because at least she’d been true to her impossible dream until the very end.
Are these black cats like the hare? No. They're smaller; they only want me to play with them. Fly away with them to a place on the other side of the moon. There's a garden there, all silvery-gold, and...
Although a decision is often viewed as the turning point, it is action that creates tangible results.
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 tha...
Now, everybody, I suppose, is aware that in recent years the silly business of divination by dreams has ceased to be a joke and has become a very serious science.
We pass away out of the world as grasshoppers, and our life is astonishment and fear, and we are not worthy to obtain mercy.
Difficult times revel true friends but also the unfaithful in your life. Be attentive always, but especially during tough times.
You are capable of fulfilling all your dreams.
The Truth Is That I Was Recognized For Stubbornness And Not Goodness. Even, Though I Was Very Intelligent And Sent To School By A Little Few Supports From Sponsors And My Mother. My Brain Was Never Ev...
On a quiet day, when the wind was still, the creek could be heard all the way up to where the old beech stood. Under its branches, cats would come to dream and be dreamed. Black cats and calicos, whit...
Sleep like you can never be deadDream as if you have a soul inside your head
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.
Sometimes we need to just brush away our pride, break down the walls around our hearts, and open up to those we truly care for.
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 l...
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