Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And say, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel, writing in a book of gold;
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said--
"What writest thou?" The Vision raised its head,
And, with a look made all of sweet accord,
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
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Again let us dream where the land lies sunny
And live, like the bees, on our hearts' old honey,
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Again let us dream where the land lies sunny
And live, like the bees, on our hearts' old honey,
Away from the world that slaves for money--
Come, journey the way with me.
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
Sometimes, the only realists are the dreamers.
Sometimes, the only realists are the dreamers.
To believe in one's dreams is to spend all of one's life asleep.
To believe in one's dreams is to spend all of one's life asleep.
I have heard it said that the first ingredient of success -- the earliest spark in the dreaming youth -- read more
I have heard it said that the first ingredient of success -- the earliest spark in the dreaming youth -- if this; dream a great dream.
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.
I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls,
With vassals and serfs at my side,
And of read more
I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls,
With vassals and serfs at my side,
And of all who assembled within those walls,
That I was the hope and the pride.
Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.
I am accustomed to sleep and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when awake.
I am accustomed to sleep and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when awake.
