We grow great by dreams. All big men are dreamers. They see things in the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winter's evening. Some of us let these dreams die, but others nourish and protect them; nurse them through bad days till they bring them to the sunshine and light which comes always to those who hope that their dreams will come true.
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There are those that look at things the way they are, and ask why? I dream of things that never read more
There are those that look at things the way they are, and ask why? I dream of things that never were, and ask why not.
Sweet sleep be with us, one and all!
And if upon its stillness fall
The visions of read more
Sweet sleep be with us, one and all!
And if upon its stillness fall
The visions of a busy brain,
We'll have our pleasure o'er again,
To warm the heart, to charm the sight,
Gay dreams to all! good night, good night.
Staying up all night is a waste of sleeping, and a waste of sleeping is a waste of dreaming, and read more
Staying up all night is a waste of sleeping, and a waste of sleeping is a waste of dreaming, and dreaming is important because the more dreams you have, the better chance you have of one coming true.
The best dreams happen when you're awake.
The best dreams happen when you're awake.
Dream no small dreams for they have no power to move the hearts of men.
Dream no small dreams for they have no power to move the hearts of men.
When you reach for the stars, you may not quite get one, but you won't come up with a handful read more
When you reach for the stars, you may not quite get one, but you won't come up with a handful of mud either.
We've removed the ceiling above our dreams. There are no more impossible dreams.
We've removed the ceiling above our dreams. There are no more impossible dreams.
If you can dream it, you can do it. Always remember that this whole thing was started with a dream read more
If you can dream it, you can do it. Always remember that this whole thing was started with a dream and a mouse.
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And read more
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."
