"dreams"タグの名言

You can't stop dreaming just because the night never seems to end.

At the end of the day, what is life? A beautiful journey. Why must we take it so seriously and not enjoy every moment of it? Why not let any person have his chance in anything he desires? ...Why not vanish the hate and forgive? Why not follow our dreams and make them reality?

When you optimize your talents very well, you can pick money from people's pockets and nobody will ever get the guts to call you a thief.

I am not one Who must have everything, yet I must have My dreams if I must live, for they are mine. Wisdom is not one word and then another, Till words are like dry leaves under a tree; Wisdom is like a dawn that comes up slowly Out of an unknown ocean.

Life has an amazing way of helping you realize your dreams in ways far from what you could have ever imagined at the beginning of your dream. In the world of dreams and vision, bigger is better, and there's no way to get there with a shortcut.

When you can unlock your dream life, your waking life will follow.

A dream is not what it seems. A dream cannot be bottled and sold. You cannot stake out the boundaries of a dream. You cannot record its title in your name. No photos can be taken of the dream world. And yet it is real.

NATHON SPEAKS: There are dreams that remain hidden deep inside of you, that are never shattered and are never taken from you And that is the dream to be completely free, completely yourself, and completely at one with all of life The dream of fulfilment The dream of love The dream of eternal life

If you are able to follow your passion by reaching out to as many human beings as possible – and inspire them through your experience, wisdom instinct, and words. “You are truly blessed

من الجبن أن تقف في الزاوية خوفًا من التوغل في فم الهاوية المغامرة تمنحك الكثير فلا تركل عقارب الزمن فتخشى التأثير انسج خيوط مشاعرك على هيئة مصيدة فتلتهم خيبات الصمت وخطواتك المترددة ابتلع الهاوية فبل ابتلاعك غير نهج الطبيعة بتمرد طباعك. فلن تمد لك الفرصة يدها للمصافحة اذا لم تفترس أوجاعك. ليكن زادك التغيير والاقتناص متاعك !

We assign roles to all the people in our life in an attempt to master it. The roles can be reasonable or preposterous. Either way, when we realise that others do not agree to the terms of the role we have assigned to them, we get upset. Is it their fault? Surely, they are simply following their own dreams. What matters is that we love the dreamer of the dream. It matters that we love people. We mustn’t invent roles for others because we think it will make us happy. Who are we to invent such things? Can the tiny piece of seaweed tell the vast ocean what it must do? What wills to grow, will grow. What wills to flow, will flow.

I had a dream about you last night. I was alone on a dark night and you came to me as a firefly. I knew it was you because you were the brightest.

We were hooked when we woke. We had arms for each other. But I yearned to resume My dreams of another.

I don’t think I’ve ever referred to any girl I dated as my girlfriend. I think that would freak me out. Even the girl that I dated for two years in college I don’t think I ever referred to her as my girlfriend.” “How would you introduce her?” I asked. “I’m just going to say her name,” he said.

Real is not Dreams, Dreams are not Real, Unless you find the fine line...and erase it

All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.

Never stop believing that your dreams are eternal.

The longer I lived, the longer it would be until I saw him alive again, until I could taste his new lips and run my fingers through his new hair. We could be young and beautiful again . . .

With that, I took a deep breath and leapt; spreading my arms, pretending I could fly . . .

I am the woman at the water’s edge, offering you oranges for the peeling, knife glistening in the sun. This is the scent and taste of my skin: citon and sweet. Touch me and your life will unfold before you, easily as this skirt billows then sinks, lapping against my legs, my toes filtering through the rivers silt. Following the current out to sea, I am the kind of woman who will come back to haunt your dreams, move through your humid nights the way honey swirls through a cup of hot tea