Prayer is my chief work by it I carry on all else. Prayer is the nearest approach to God and the highest enjoyment of him that we are capable of in this life. It is the noblest exercise of the soul. It is the most exalted use of our best faculties. It is the highest imitation of the blessed beings of heaven.

But one day she handed me some more letters from people who had been researching fruitlessly through old newspapers hoping to find the real events. I remarked that it was sad they wasted so much time. Yes said Joan - and then absently but something did happen. Whether the something happened in the newspapers in some anecdote she has heard or in her imaginations interconnections with some other world or time I had no idea- and I knew better than to ask.

Reality is not made of dreams until you make them real.

Our revels now are ended. These our actorsAs I foretold you were all spirits andAre melted into air into thin airAnd like the baseless fabric of this visionThe cloud-cappd towrs the gorgeous palacesThe solemn temples the great glove itselfYea all which it inherit shall dissolveAnd like this insubstantial pageant faded Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuffAs dreams are made on and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep.

Youll let him talk you out of your dreams. Thats what love does sometimes- talks you out of your dreams. Not me Katie said. Jack would talk me into my dreams.

I had a dream I was in a dream and then that dream told me I was in someone elses sock drawer.

All the nightmares will come true whether you try or not but for your dreams to come true you have to do everything.

...aconsejara yo a los que tienen oracin en especial al principio procuren amistad y trato con otras personas que traten de lo mismo. Es cosa importantsima aunque no sea sino ayudarse unos a otros con sus oraciones cunto ms que hay muchas ms ganancias Y no s yo por qu no se ha de permitir que quien comenzare de veras a amar a Dios y a servirle deje de tratar con algunas personas sus placeres y trabajos que de todo tienen los que tienen oracin.

When flying dreams hit the soil of reality all that remains are the imprints of experience.

It had happened. I had brought the dream out into reality and it had dissolved. It was just a dream and had found no purchase in the real world where it was dependent on other people for its realization. I wished that I could have sucked my words back inside where they had lived a colorful life of promise had been nurtured by hope and had never been tested