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On my own, pretending he's beside me. All alone I walk with him 'til morning. Without him I feel his read more
On my own, pretending he's beside me. All alone I walk with him 'til morning. Without him I feel his arms around me, and when I lose my way, I close my eyes and he has found me.
Myths are public dreams, dreams are private myths.
Myths are public dreams, dreams are private myths.
Though I know he loves me, Tonight my heart is sad; His kiss was not so wonderful As all the read more
Though I know he loves me, Tonight my heart is sad; His kiss was not so wonderful As all the dreams I had.
Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.
Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.
I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.
I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.
Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest read more
Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.
Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.
Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.
The interpretation of dreams is a great art.
The interpretation of dreams is a great art.
Dream no small dreams for they have no power to move the hearts of men.
Dream no small dreams for they have no power to move the hearts of men.
