I don't know if I'm dreaming when I sleep or sleeping while I'm awake, but I have reoccurring dreams my mind cannot take

Dare to dream again.For dreaming is the language of your soul,And nothing your soul truly desires could ever be wrong or impossible.

Only a few of us believe in reality of dreams and actuality of love; but we all devote ourselves to that uncertainty and hesitation.

The moment we begin to see our dreams as a thing of the present that can only be added to by our future goals will freedom manifest.

There can be so many suggestions and opinions too; What matters is that you acknowledge at your depths and stand by it like a Rock...

I wanted to live in a house with walls painted in various shades of blue and green, instead of the eggshell hue that screamed renter.

My other hand moves up to the ruby heart. Closing my fingers around it, I shut my es and return to Neverland. Even if only in a dream

My dear, I think of you always and at night I build myself a warm nest of things I remember and float in your sweetness till morning.

Passion towards a dream is the fuel that fires every trace of impossibility in the environment, paving way for you to win with style.

That we don't remember the beginning or the ending of dreams is our unconscious reminding us that it's all about the process.

Anything you dream [can] be yours simply because you've focused on the steps you could take instead of the distance to get there.

There is a waterfall in every dream. Cool and crystal clear, it falls gently on the sleeper, cleansing the mind and soothing the soul.

You can not have empty or neutral mind, as long as you work the mind will contain dreams, if you stop working it will contain regrets.

When dreams evaporate into the clouds and come back down as tiny rain droplets, are they the same dreams, or something altogether new?

Let’s not be too harsh where poets are concerned. They have to live in no-man’s-land, halfway between dreams and reality.