She hadnt realized how much shed needed a dream but it had transformed her changed her from poor motherless and abandoned Tully to a girl poised to take on the world. The goal made her life story unimportant gave her something to reach for to hang on to

If you think you are unworthy to pray that thought is not coming from Jesus Christ. More than anything He wants us to approach Heavenly Father to have our prayers heard and answered.

Interestingly this speech by Prospero does not contrast the unreality of the stage with the solid flesh-and-blood existence of real men and women. On the contrary it seizes on the flimsiness of dramatic characters as a metaphor for the fleeting fantasy-ridden quality of actual human lives. It is we who are made of dreams not just such figments of Shakespeares imagination as Ariel and Caliban. The cloud-capped towers and gorgeous palaces of this earth are mere stage scenery after all.

Stop throwing away days weeks months and years by simply day-dreaming about what you wish your life would be.

However much they may smile at her the old inhabitants would miss Tillie. Her stories give them something to talk about and to conjecture about cut off as they are from the restless currents of the world. The many naked little sandbars which lie between Venice and the mainland in the seemingly stagnant water of the lagoons are made habitable and wholesome only because every night a foot and a half of tide creeps in from the sea and winds its fresh brine up through all that network of shining waterways. So into all the little settlements of quiet people tidings of what their boys and girls are doing in the world bring real refreshment bring to the old memories and to the young dreams.

Awake it was difficult to find anything in that chaotic clutter but asleep she could...when the contours of reality were as faint as a tracery of pale ink.

The unconscious wants truth as the body does. The complexity and fecundity of dreams come from the complexity and fecundity of the unconscious struggling to fulfill that desire. The complexity and fecundity of poetry come from the same struggle.

I believe in family values and following your dreams.

Angela turned in her chair. Resting her chin on folded hands the mirror reflected the look of a girl in love. Oh what a blessing fate has bestowed on me.

Write there. In the weak spot of impossibility.