But with what wonder has the season comeIts treasure lies in earthen shipsthat carry dreams across the foam.And how your memory of Sarah rapesthe fleshly heart that once bore scenesnow veiled in smoky stains of tearsit cries as on its crutches leansand ever fills itself with fears.Be born anew to taste the skyLay waste cocoon and upwind fly.

It does not cost you any money to dream.

O Divine Poesy goddess daughter of Zeus sustain for me this song of the various-minded man who after he had plundered the innermost citadel of hallowed Troy was made to stay grievously about the coasts of men the sport of their customs good and bad while his heart through all the sea-faring ached with an agony to redeem himself and bring his company safe home. Vain hope for them. The fools Their own witlessness cast them aside. To destroy for meat the oxen of the most exalted Sun wherefore the Sun-god blotted out the day of their return. Make this tale live for us in all its many bearings O Muse. from Homers Odyssey translation by T.E. Lawrence Lawrence of Arabia

Dont just follow your dreams. Try to walk with them and overtake them as well.

I Drink. I Burn. I Dream.And Sometimes I tell Stories

Know that dreaming is a waste of sleeping time and energy if you dont wake up to achieve them.

The Christian should work as if all depended upon him and pray as if it all depended upon God.

She is not an ordinary girl. She is my fairy who will change my life and make it beautiful with her smiles.

Do not give your most cherish dreams.Dreams are scriptures.Dreams are possibilities.Dreams always come true.

Friends who mock your dreams are not qualified to keep dusting your door step with their footprints every time.