Leaders unify nations by creating an external enemy and nations make that dream comes true.

Dormir segn se sabe es el mas secreto de nuestros actos. Le dedicamos una tercera parte de nuestra vida y no lo comprendemos. Para algunos no es otra cosa que el eclipse de nuestra vigilia para otros un estado ms complejo que abarca a un tiempo el ayer el ahora y el maana para otros una no interrumpida serie de sueos.

Then he dozed off to sleep and to dream dreams that for madness and audacity rivalled those of poppy-eaters

When the girl didnt move Gavin summoned her near with his fingers. His heart thrummed as she obeyed stepping up close to him. Her young stature was much shorter than his tall wiry form. Gavin regarded her prettiness - pale cheeks pink lips inquisitive eyes. Fascinated by her he longed to know her name.Who are you he asked. He heard the girl utter the same question at the same time.Cocking his head he claimed I asked you first.No you didnt she protested shaking her red-hooded head I asked you at the same time you asked me.Gavin grinned at her insistence. It was hard for him not to chuckle. Well then I suppose well have to go with girls first. His grin widened into a white smile.The girl gestured to herself. Im Little Red Riding Hood.He recognized the name of a fairytale character and groaned under his breath at not having discovered this dreamers real name.Actually she confessed almost immediately Im not really Red Riding Hood. My name is Annabelle but Im pretending to be her becausewellbecause this is my dream and thats what I wish to dream about.Oh glorious day Hed learned her name Annabelle Annabelle What a perfectly sweet sound was this utterance of..Annabelle.

He looked like someone pretending to be a knight which was bad. He figured pretending to be something he actually wanted to be was just asking for it.

We have to imagine our dreams becoming reality. We must keep pursuing them and reaching beyond for future achievements. We never stop dreaming as long as we imagine.

Rocks do not have dreams and thats why they are condemned to stay in the same place To move you must have dreams

The whole purpose of the construction of The Bridge of Silver Wings was to provide a path leading to The River of Winged Dreams or to serve as a resting place until the rivers deeper and truer nature revealed itself.

Life is a continuous feeling wherein something you work for it to be happy in terms of your soul.

Only now in rhythmic waves was she struck by her stupidity her blindness her estheronautiness and above all her longing the insult of the power of her longing and she knew very well that is was these shortcomings that had made her so eager to interweave in his story the threads of her secret dreams of candor and of painful purifying honesty of a generous togetherness in which everything was possible. For a moment with all that had been spun and stabbed and defiled within her her face took on the expression of a frightened abandoned girl who lunges out to bite who lives unimaginably close to the skins surface ready to be drawn out like a final plan of retreat.