dreaming

The certainty within our spirit made the dream reality.

Dreaming is good, but actions are better. Actions are what transform dreams into reality.

What is a life lived without passion? he asked himself. And what is passion, but a yearning of the soul for recognition and self-expression? The beauty within seeks beauty without.

I had a dream about you. Again. In fact I've had so many dreams about you that I can almost feel your skin under my fingertips and your breath every time we kiss. This time when you pulled me closer, even though I couldn__ see you, I knew it was you. I've heard your footsteps, and recognized them instantly. I__ recognize them anywhere, among many others. The way I yearn for you, you are always expected. And now I expect you to do just that. Kiss me. This time I am asking for it, because I need to make sure I am awake.

As far as I can go, I will reach for it.

May you find endless enthusiasm to achieve your dreams in the coming year.

Every New Year brings new expectations, new enthusiasms and new experiences.

Your dreams will define your destiny.

Never give up.Never give up on your hopes.Never give up on your dreams.Never give up on your visions.

Imagination is an endless possibility.

Anyone can fail at something they really don__ want. What really takes courage is going after something you want and then failing. There is more fulfillment in life knowing that you tried, rather than settled without a fight.

Long live the dreamer inside of me.

Though we may choose to view them symbolically, dreams are actually no more or less symbolic than everyday waking reality. When the images and events don't conform to our view of reality, we call them symbols. When they do, we call them facts.

There's no secret on how to attain a greater height, just keep climbing the ladder, don't look at the dreadful distance, lock up that negative thoughts today, and fulfil your dreams.

Blessed are those that know the path out of their carnal flesh, for they shall attain intuition.

The complete recipe for imagination is absolute boredom.

The concept of dreaming is known to the waking mind but to the dreamer there is no waking, no real world, no sanity; there is only the screaming bedlam of sleep.

He had his eyes closed androcked himself so much that everyone thought he wouldsoon crash to the ground. And then it happened. Hecrashed to the ground. Surprised, he lay on the groundon his side, not sure what had happened, looking around.Next he jumped up and listened to Matica__ singing again,starting to rock himself once more. His eyes closed slowly,his beak opened. And then he crashed to the ground a secondtime. This time he kept lying down, spreading his freewing up into the air and waving it to the tune of the melody.Strange sounds came out of his beak. It was a gruntbut more than a grunt, as if he was really enjoying himself,as if he would follow Matica__ words and would singor hum as well.