You are to make your own way prosperous...Even God cannot do it for you you will have to do it yourself by doing the right things taking right decisions talking right thinking right being at the right place with the right-kind of people and by reading the right materials.

A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams.

Walking down the path of dreams inner-self and listening to your heart are all different names given to your hidden scripts.

I am the woman at the waters edgeoffering you oranges for the peelingknife glistening in the sun.This is the scent and tasteof my skin citon and sweet.Touch me and your life will unfoldbefore you easily as this skirtbillows then sinkslapping against my legs my toesfiltering through the rivers silt.Following the current out to seaI am the kind of womanwho will come back to hauntyour dreams move through yourhumid nights the way honeyswirls through a cup of hot tea

If the greatest loss of his life is the loss of a dream hes always known to be a dream then hes among the fortunate ones.

She knew that oftentimes hurtful people were hurting people so she determined to pray for them all the more.

Id known since girlhood that I wanted to be a book editor. By high school Id pore over the acknowledgments section of novels I loved daydreaming that someday a brilliant talent might see me as the person who made her book possible or enhanced every page with editorial wisdom and insight. Could I be the Maxwell Perkins to some future Hemingway Fitzgerald Wolfe

By now you must have guessed I come from another planet. But I will never say to you Take me to your leaders. Even I - unused to your ways though I am - would never make that mistake. We ourselves have such beings among us made of cogs pieces of paper small disks of shiny metal scraps of coloured cloth. I do not need to encounter more of them.Instead I will say Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts your sunsets your bad dreams your shoes your nouns. Take me to your fingers take me to your deaths.These are worth it. These are what I have come for.

O que h de mais reles nos sonhos que todos os tm.

He found himself remembering how on one summer morning they two had started from New York in search of happiness. They had never expected to find it perhaps yet in itself that quest had been happier than anything he expected forevermore. Life it seemed must be a setting up of props around one - otherwise it was disaster. There was no rest no quiet. He had been futile in longing to drift and dream no one drifted except to maelstroms no one dreamed without his dreams becoming fantastic nightmares of indecision and regret.