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You are never given a dream without also being given the power to make it true. You may have to read more
You are never given a dream without also being given the power to make it true. You may have to work for it, however.
That which the dream shows is the shadow of such wisdom as exists in man, even if during his waking read more
That which the dream shows is the shadow of such wisdom as exists in man, even if during his waking state he may know nothing about it... We do not know it because we are fooling away our time with outward and perishing things, and are asleep in regard to that which is real within ourself.
All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in read more
All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.
All things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.
All things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.
Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion read more
Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.
Maybe we are less than our dreams, but that less would make us more than some Gods would dream of.
Maybe we are less than our dreams, but that less would make us more than some Gods would dream of.
You've got to create a dream. You've got to uphold the dream. If you can't, go back to the factory read more
You've got to create a dream. You've got to uphold the dream. If you can't, go back to the factory or go back to the desk.
Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there.
Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there.
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.