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.

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.

it is a heartBreaking sound Amir Jan the Wailing of a mother. I pray to Allah you Never hear it.

For some must watch while some must sleep So runs the world away

Lord Jesus Christy whispered I want You to hold the key. I want You to decide what should happen in my hearts garden. I want You to let in or send out anything or anybody You want. Especially with guys. I dont want to ever unlock that gate again. I want you to open it only when the right man comes along. Take the key Lord. Take all my keys. Ill wait for you.

Judge of your natural character by what you do in your dreams.

How they had dreamed together he and she... how they had planned and laughed and loved. They had lived for a while in the very heart of poetry.

I wondered about the explorers whod sailed their ships to the end of the world. How terrified they must have been when they risked falling over the edge how amazed to discover instead places they had seen only in their dreams.

The sooner I learn to forget myself in the desire that He may be glorified the richer will be the blessing that prayer will bring to myself. No one ever loses by what he sacrifices to the Father.