In dreams begins responsiblities.
Haruki MurakamiMots clés dreams responsiblities
How deep congenital sex-inversion roots may be gathered from the fact that the pleasure-dream of the male Urning has to do with male persons, and of the female with females.
Richard von Krafft-EbingMots clés dreams homosexuality lesbians gay-men nocturnal-emissions
What you had yesterday is only memories; what you will have tomorrow is your dreams and what you will do today, let it be love.
Santosh KalwarMots clés life past future love dreams
You may need to change your dreams.
Jean KwokMots clés dreams
O que há de mais reles nos sonhos é que todos os têm.
Bernardo SoaresMots clés dreams
I learned this, at least, by my experiment; that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours..
Henry David ThoreauMots clés life inspirational confidence dreams
There are life events that can destroy the personality, which is a lot more fragile than most people imagine, constructed as it is from bits provided by others in the most haphazard way. People can be torn down to the core, "shattered," as the expression goes, and then they seek sleep. And dreams, which provide the ground for the construction of a new and more integrated self. Providing there's a core, and providing they're willing to do the work.
Michael GruberMots clés dreams
A dream is your creative vision for your life in the future. You must break out of your current comfort zone and become comfortable with the unfamiliar and the unknown.
Denis WaitleyMots clés inspirational vision dreams motivation
It has never been my object to record my dreams, just the determination to realize them.
Man RayMots clés dreams determination
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.
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