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And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy;
They read more
And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy;
They have a weight upon our waking thoughts,
They take a weight from off our waking toils,
They do divide our being.
Don't follow your dreams; chase them.
Don't follow your dreams; chase them.
A man's dreams are an index to his greatness.
A man's dreams are an index to his greatness.
And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my
spirit upon all flesh; and your read more
And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my
spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall
prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall
see visions:
And also upon the servants and upon the handmaids in those days
will I pour out my spirit.
If you have only two pennies left in the world, with the first penny, you should buy rice to feed read more
If you have only two pennies left in the world, with the first penny, you should buy rice to feed your family. With the second penny, say the wise Japanese, you should buy a lily. The Japanese understand the importance of dreaming...
Engrave this Quote The vision that you glorify in your mind, the ideal that you enthrone in your heart - read more
Engrave this Quote The vision that you glorify in your mind, the ideal that you enthrone in your heart - this you will build your life by, and this you will become.
When your dreams turn to dust, vacuum
When your dreams turn to dust, vacuum
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
If there were dreams to sell,
What would you buy?
Some cost a passing bell;
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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?