Love and Dreams - Quotes
To laugh often and love much, to win the respect of intelligent persons and the affection of children; to earn the approbation of honest critics; to appreciate beauty; to give of one's self; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived - that is to have succeeded.
A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams.
No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.
At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone.
No cord or cable can draw so forcibly, or bind so fast, as love can do with a single thread.
The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.
Tomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday's omissions and regrets.
Intruder in the Dust
Absence sharpens love, presence strengthens it.
He only earns his freedom and his life, who takes them every day by storm.
You ask whether I have ever been in love: fool as I am, I am not such a fool as that. But if one is only to talk from first-hand experience, conversation would be a very poor business. But though I have no personal experience of the things they call love, I have what is better - the experience of Sappho, of Euripides, of Catallus, of Shakespeare, of Spenser, of Austen, of Bronte, of anyone else I have read.
All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream.
A Dream Within a Dream
It is better, I submit, to believe in something passionately even if it is wrong, than to believe in nothing at all.
The Need For Dreams And Passion
Life is both sad and solemn. We are let into a wonderful world, we meet one another here, greet each other - and wander together for a brief moment. Then we lose each other and disappear as suddenly and unreasonably as we arrived.
What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story, and the greatest good is little enough, for all life is a dream...
Life is a Dream
Once I dreamed I was a butterfly, and now I no longer know whether I am Chuang Tzu, who dreamed I was a butterfly, or whether I am a butterfly dreaming that I am Chuang Tzu.
When I consider this carefully, I find not a single property which with certainty separates the waking state from the dream. How can you be certain that your whole life is not a dream?
Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.
Sleep away the years, sleep away the pain, wake tomorrow - a girl again.
I've looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose, and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all
Both Sides Now
No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine that they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.
One man scorned and covered with scars still strive with his last ounce of courage to reach the unreachable stars; and the world will be better for this. The Impossible Dream
Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering.
The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep burning, unquenchable.
Knock on the sky and listen to the sound. Zen saying
To love a person, I think the thing that only matter is try to make her/him happy.
Getting love from him/her is not as important as that...
Can I keep you?
Visualise your dreams
Record it in the present tense
Put it into permanent form
If you persist in your efforts, you can achieve
When all of your wishes are granted, many of your dreams will be destroyed.
Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them and try to follow where they may lead.
The future belongs to those who believe in their dreams.
Sometimes you gotta laugh through the tears, smile through the pain so that you can live through the sorrow...
There are mysteries about our love. Things that neither one of us may ever understand because love is an emotion without limit and understanding. We know we love each other but we could never explain completely as WHY we love each other. Love is not a clock. You simply cannot take it apart just to see what makes it tick, and even if you could, you probably could never get it back together again.
Love is an attachment to another self. Humour is a form of self-detachment - a way of looking at one's existence, one's misfortune or one's discomfort. If you really love, if you really know how to laugh, the result is the same: you forget yourself.
Permis de Sejour
Before holding another in any other way, you should first hold them in your heart. Love and affection start there, and everything else that is really important comes from that point.
If I died
Who would care?
No friend in the world,
I hope this match never ends. When the match ends, the memories begin.
Solvil et Titus
I have learned this at least by my experiment: if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.
In the dark of the moon, we have our dreams to light the path.
Regret can be deepest when you just stay silent.
Remember that you don't choose love. Love chooses you. All you can really do is accept it for all its mystery when it comes into your life. Feel the way it fills you to overflowing, then reach out and give it away.
Falling In Love, Letters To My Son
A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
My Lost Youth
Some stories are true that never happened.
I remember little things that break my heart. We were coming out of Michael's house one day, and he noticed my shoelaces were undone. He bent down and tied them. I almost cried. To me, it was such a gesture of love.
Friendship often ends in love; but love in friendship - never.
Love lasts when the relationship comes first.
The best way to predict your future is to create it!
And in the end it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.
We must laugh before we are happy, for fear we die before we laugh at all.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away.
No one can predict to what heights you can soar, Even you will not know until you spread your wings.