It almost felt like we were driving in our own world--like we were inside a snow globe--and there was music and sunlight and smiles and laughter floating in the air. And it was all self-contained in a beautiful bubble filled with glittering water that made things seem a little unreal, a little dream-like and hazy.
Some individuals have the courage to make it, even feel the need to do so; for them the quest is a necessity, not an option. Most people setting out on such journeys are never heard from again, but part of the romance of any field lies in keeping the dream alive, in not settling for what is familiar and comfortable.
The person in love finds only a dream, a notion, an ideal. You fall in love with nothing but your own dreams—the only carriers of your true longings. Sometimes you manage to personify your dreams in another. Sometimes it’s not a single-player game. This doesn’t make love any less primal or selfish.
I had a dream about you. You said you wanted to grow your hair long, and I wondered how long long is. I thought the Nile river is long, so that’s probably what you meant. I offered to build a Pyramid on your shoulder, and you offered me tax exempt status when your hair was long enough to start flooding.
The Classical Study (3)The Master has forgotten his hat.Without his hat he cannot fly.Without his hat his dreams escapeup.Without his hat he cannot tiphis hat to that woman passing bywhom he remembersfrom somewhere, as in a dream,a room in a dream or maybe a beach,a beach by the sea,blindingly white,hatless, he and she.
Impian itu seperti sayap. Dia membawamu pergi ke berbagai tempat. Kurasa, mamamu sadar akan hal itu. Dia tahu, kalau dia mencegah mimpimu, itu sama aja dengan memotong sayap burung. Burung tersebut memang nggak akan lari, tapi burung tanpa sayap sudah bukan burung lagi. Dan manusia tanpa mimpi, sudah bukan manusia lagi.
..., kehidupan ini tak selalu memberikan kita pilihan terbaik. Terkadang yang tersisa hanyalah pilihan-pilihan berikutnya. Orang yang bahagia selalu berpegangan pada pilihan kedua yang terbaik, selalu berpegangan pada pilihan kedua yang terbaik…. Melupakan pilihan pertama yang tak pernah bisa kau capai… ...
This is so funny,” said Ellen, noticing the seating arrangement. “Isn’t this funny? Tom, come sit next to Robin. Griffin, sit next to Laura.”I stood up and sat next to Robin while Griffin brought his chair over to Laura.“That’s better,” said Ellen. “Isn’t that better?
I’ve officially turned into a loser,” she whispered cynically. “I’m looking forward to going home and having cereal for dinner and walking Mitchell and studying a little and then going to sleep. I’ve had my ‘going out and having fun’ quota for the year, I guess, and it’s June.
Through being fired I was given the perfect circumstances to finally answer my calling and live my dream, and I remain grateful to this day for that television network firing me. Without them, I would have refused the call to follow my dream, and I would have missed living the most exciting and fulfilling journey of my life.
I consider a dream like I consider a shadow,” answered Caeiro, with his usual divine, unexpected promptitude. “A shadow is real, but it’s less real than a rock. A dream is real — if it weren’t, it wouldn’t be a dream — but less real than a thing. That’s what being real is like.
And into the close and mirrored catacombs of sleepWe'll fall, and there in the faded light discover the bones,The dust, the bitter remains of someone who might have been Had we not taken his place.
The twelve jurors were all writing very busily on the slates. "What are they doing?" Alice whispered to the Gryphon. "They can't have anything to put down yet, before the trial's begun.""They're putting down their names," the Gryphon whispered in reply, "for fear they should forget them before the end of the trial.
You're dead," I repeated. "So why are you in my dream?"He raised the bill of his olive drab ball cap with one finger. " Good question. Morbid, isn't it?""What?""Dreaming about dead peolpe. Creepy. You ever see a therapist about that?""I'm not -" Even in dreams, I couldn't win an argument. Even when he was dead.
In my dream I know I am falling. But there is no up or down, no walls or sides or ceilings, just the sensation of cold and darkness everywhere. I am so scared I could scream. But when I open my mouth, nothing happens. And I wonder if you fall forever and never touch down, is it really still falling? I think I will fall forever.
