A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the read more

A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.

I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we read more

I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can play together all night.

My eyes make pictures, when they are shut.

My eyes make pictures, when they are shut.

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.

Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once read more

Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.

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.

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.

And so, his senses gradually wrapt
In a half sleep, he dreams of better worlds,
And dreaming read more

And so, his senses gradually wrapt
In a half sleep, he dreams of better worlds,
And dreaming hears thee still, O singing lark;
That singest like an angel in the clouds.

I always wished for this, but it\'s almost turning into more of a nightmare than a dream.

I always wished for this, but it\'s almost turning into more of a nightmare than a dream.