Loves an illusion. Its a dream you wake up from with an enormous hangover and net credit debt. Id rather have cash.

Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.

She almost never said his name. Because it made the dreams too real. Because it made the loneliness too tangible when she woke up.

At NightLove said Wake still and think of meSleep Close your eyes till break of dayBut Dreams came by and smilinglyGave both to Love and Sleep their way.

Hold your dreams tight my friend. Share them with no one. And when the naysayers and the scoffers of the world arent paying attention spring it on them fully formed and laugh and dance while they grasp desperately for a hand-hold with which to drag you down.

Were practical and sensible but were also dreamers. Dont forget that part of you. Theres nothing wrong with being sensible but dreams are what make you fly. And youre destined to touch the sky.

Dreams dress us carefully in the colors of power and faith.

Theres little of the melancholy element in her my lord she is never sad but when she sleeps and not ever sad then for I have heard my daughter say she hath often dreamt of unhappiness and waked herself with laughing.

Honesty is a heart that betrays itself for a dream a moment a kiss.

If those we love visit us when we dream those who torment us almost always visit us when were still awake.