We do not want to be beginners at prayer. but let us be convinced of the fact that we will never be anything but beginners all our life

Rise to the challenge of bringing your dreams to life Do not be discouraged by resistance be nourished by it. Success is the experience of rising to the level of your true greatness.

He knew that she had been dreaming that night and he knew what her dreams were about. She had forgotten them. He forebode to look at her. It gave him a grim horrible and rather uncanny sensation to think that a vivid lacerating life could go on when one sunk in unconsciousness a life so real that it could cause tears to stream down the face and twist the mouth in woe and yet when the sleeper woke left no recollection behind.

Life is really very simple. In each moment we have the opportunity to choose between saying yes or no to listen to our intuition to listen to our true inner voice the Existential voice within ourselves. When we say yes we have contact with Existence and we receive nourishment love joy support and inspiration. When we say no we create a separation from life and begin to create dreams and expectations of how it should be. We begin to live in the memories of the past and in the fantasies of the future as if any other time than here and now really could make us happy and satisfied.

Sweet dreams baby he whispered into myhair his arm giving me a squeeze. See you onthe other side.You too Captain I whispered...Lauren and Tate in Sweet Dreams

But sleep didnt come. She could hear Jaces soft piano playing through the walls but that wasnt what was keeping her awake. She was thinking of Simon leaving for a house that no longer felt like home to him of the despair in Jaces voice as he said I want to hate you and of Magnus not telling Jace the truth that Alec did not want Jace to know about his relationship because he was still in love with him. She thought of the satisfaction it would have brought Magnus to say the words out loud to acknowledge what the truth was and the fact that he hadnt said them - had let Alec go on lying and pretending - because that was what Alec wanted and Magnus cared about Alec enough to give him that. Maybe it was true what the Seelie Queen had said after all Love made you a liar.

The greatest joys in life are found not only in what we do and feel but also in our quiet hopes and labors for others.

I used to rush into strange dreams at night dreams many-coloured agitated full of the ideal the stirring the stormy--dreams where amidst unusual scenes charged with adventure with agitating risk and romantic chance I still again and again met Mr. Rochester always at some exciting crisis and then the sense of being in his arms hearing his voice meeting his eye touching his hand and cheek loving him being loved by him--the hope of passing a lifetime at his side would be renewed with all its first force and fire. Then I awoke. Then I recalled where I was and how situated. Then I rose up on my curtainless bed trembling and quivering and then the still dark night witnessed the convulsion of despair and heard the burst of passion.

How to get the best of it all One must conquer achieve get to the top one must know the end to be convinced that one can win the end - to know theres no dream that mustnt be dared. . . Is this the summit crowning the day How cool and quiet Were not exultant but delighted joyful soberly astonished. . . Have we vanquished an enemy None but ourselves. Have we gained success That word means nothing here. Have we won a kingdom No. . . and yes. We have achieved an ultimate satisfaction. . . fulfilled a destiny. . . To struggle and to understand - never this last without the other such is the law. . .

Whats prayer Its shooting shafts into the dark. What mark they strike if any whos to say Its reaching for a hand you cannot touch. The silence is so fathomless that prayers like plummets vanish into the sea. You beg. You whimper. You load God down with empty praise. You tell him sins that he already knows full well. You seek to change his changeless will. Yet Godric prays the way he breathes for else his heart would wither in his breast. Prayer is the wind that fills his sail. Else drift with witless tides. And sometimes by Gods grace a prayer is heard.