You mustnt tell your dreams. Miss Testvalley says nothing bores people so much as being told other peoples dreams. Nan said nothing but an iron gate seemed to clang shut in her - the gate that was so often slammed by careless hands. As if anyone could be bored by such dreams as hers

Do you truly believe in the worthiness of your dreams Do you truly think they are worth the consistent effort required to make them manifest Once you truly believe nothing can stop you but yourself for such belief is the same power which creates and maintains all existence.

The bonds of family bind us up support us help us. And they are also a bond from which it is difficult perhaps impossible to extricate oneself.

I had a dream about you. We went for a rideyou on all fours and me on your back and you didnt like it when I kept calling you donkey face. I was shocked and I said You should be flattered that I think you look like Miley Cyrus.

I may be permitted kind reader to doubt whether you have ever been enclosed in a glass bottle unless some vivid dream has teased you with such magical mishaps.

The greatest and most blessed thing in the Germanic life is the mythical sensitive yet strong awakening. The fact is that we have again begun to dream our own primal dreams.

Your biggest dreams can become reality not by brute-forcing the end-goal but breaking it down into smaller more manageable parts. If your goal takes years breaking it down into months and days will let you improve your lot little bits at a time.

I had a dream about you. I sat at your table of brotherhood and asked why you invited so many strangers. You laughed and passed me the bread bowl. But the guest in-between us took the last roll before it reached me.

Stop trying to be less of who you are. Let this time in your life cut you open and drain all of the things that are holding you back.

I wanted so much when I was young. I was an endless abyss of want of need of desperate dreams for myself that defied logic. The promise of what was to come hung like rings around the moon on clear autumn nights the future was unmistakeable. It was always there glistening in the dark and suggesting that life was little more than climbing a ladder into the sky where I could reach up with one hand and secure everything that I had ever hoped for in my grasping fingers.Oh I dreamed.And they are not easy to give up these dreams.