Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you. Ignore me, and I read more

Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you. Ignore me, and I may not forgive you. Encourage me, and I will not forget you. Love me and I may be forced to love you.

Keep your dreams alive. Understand to achieve anything requires faith and belief in yourself, vision, hard work, determination, and dedication. read more

Keep your dreams alive. Understand to achieve anything requires faith and belief in yourself, vision, hard work, determination, and dedication. Remember all things are possible for those who believe.

Dreams are illustrations... from the book your soul is writing about you.

Dreams are illustrations... from the book your soul is writing about you.

Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.

Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.

Sometimes, the only realists are the dreamers.

Sometimes, the only realists are the dreamers.

Take pleasure in your dreams; relish your principles and drape your purest feelings on the heart of a precious lover.

Take pleasure in your dreams; relish your principles and drape your purest feelings on the heart of a precious lover.

You see things; and you say, ‘Why?’ But I dream things that never were; and I say, ‘Why not’?

You see things; and you say, ‘Why?’ But I dream things that never were; and I say, ‘Why not’?

Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams,
Unnatural and full of contradictions;
Yet others of read more

Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams,
Unnatural and full of contradictions;
Yet others of our most romantic schemes
Are something more than fictions.

If there were dreams to sell,
What would you buy?
Some cost a passing bell;
read more

If there were dreams to sell,
What would you buy?
Some cost a passing bell;
Some a light sigh,
That shakes from Life's fresh crown
Only a rose-leaf down.
If there were dreams to sell,
Merry and sad to tell,
And the crier rung the bell,
What would you buy?