How do we know were not people in a movie she asked.I looked at her not knowing how to reply.Mama ... how do we know that things are realGreat. Now we have a junior existentialist in the house.Well we dont know. We just have to hope that what we think is real is real.But how do we know she asked insistently.Ah a scientist who wants empirical evidence.We dont know. We just have to hope.Mama how do we know things arent a dream You know how sometimes life feels like a dream Do you ever feel that wayYes sweetie I feel that way all the time.

He knew that she had been dreaming that night and he knew what her dreams were about. She had forgotten them. He forebode to look at her. It gave him a grim horrible and rather uncanny sensation to think that a vivid lacerating life could go on when one sunk in unconsciousness a life so real that it could cause tears to stream down the face and twist the mouth in woe and yet when the sleeper woke left no recollection behind.

If youre suddenly doing something you dont want to do for four years just so youve got something to fall back on by the time you come out you dont have that 16-year-old drive any more and youll spend your life doing something you never wanted to do in the first place.

Dreams disdain fine lines and finishing touches on landscapes they content themselves with thick but representative brushstrokes.

I used to rush into strange dreams at night dreams many-coloured agitated full of the ideal the stirring the stormy--dreams where amidst unusual scenes charged with adventure with agitating risk and romantic chance I still again and again met Mr. Rochester always at some exciting crisis and then the sense of being in his arms hearing his voice meeting his eye touching his hand and cheek loving him being loved by him--the hope of passing a lifetime at his side would be renewed with all its first force and fire. Then I awoke. Then I recalled where I was and how situated. Then I rose up on my curtainless bed trembling and quivering and then the still dark night witnessed the convulsion of despair and heard the burst of passion.

For some must watch while some must sleep So runs the world away

Death is a part of Life they are dancing together the dance of infinity in front of the gates of Time. We can live our dreams as we are dreaming our future. Time is the Endless Consciousness

How to get the best of it all One must conquer achieve get to the top one must know the end to be convinced that one can win the end - to know theres no dream that mustnt be dared. . . Is this the summit crowning the day How cool and quiet Were not exultant but delighted joyful soberly astonished. . . Have we vanquished an enemy None but ourselves. Have we gained success That word means nothing here. Have we won a kingdom No. . . and yes. We have achieved an ultimate satisfaction. . . fulfilled a destiny. . . To struggle and to understand - never this last without the other such is the law. . .

Cheese I exclaimed. It was a secret prayer whose meaning was known only to God and to me.

Our rest is formed by our waking life and our waking life is formed by our sorrows.