My love let me be your chalice your holy grail of dreams.

Shadow crawled across the floor to the yellow foam-rubber pad and climbed onto it pulling the thin blanket over himself and closed his eyes and he held onto nothing and he held onto dreams.

Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone its where you go whenre youre alone its were you go to rest your bones. Its not just where you lay your head its not just where you make your bead. As long as were together does it matter where we go

The more formidable the contradiction between inexhaustible life-joy and inevitable fate the greater the longing which reveals itself in the kingdom of poetry and in the self-created world of dreams hopes to banish the dark power of reality. The gods enjoy eternal youth and the search for the means of securing it was one of the occupations of the heroes of mythology and the sages as it was of real adventurers in the middle ages and more recent times. . . . But the fountain of youth has not been found and can not be found if it is sought in any particular spot on the earth. Yet it is no fable no dream-picture it requires no adept to find it it streams forth inexhaustible in all living nature.

Dreams can only be seen with open eyes what you see while you asleep are nightmares.

Death abides by no ones rules...it takes what pleases it without consciousness to its decisions. It destroys what it will. It took the pieces of perfection I once knew and shattered them. Now what remains are shards of a dream drawing blood with every step.

Every one needs someone and there is someone for everyone.

A dream in the night is but an untold story begging to be written.

One way or another life sucks with all its beauty and that is the time we give up on our dreams.

You can create you different world with your loving one in talks only. This doesnt need to be there but with the heart and true care you can enjoy everything in the world