“I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.”

Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.

I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.

Worthless as wither’d weeds.

You know, I’ve had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I’ve survived it’s all because of you.

There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou – Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.

They forgot everything the minute they were together again.

He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!

If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.

Honest people don’t hide their deeds.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.

I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.

He was attached by ties stronger than reason could break — chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.

I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!

Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.

Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?

No one compares to you, but there’s no you, except in my dreams tonight.

We’re trapped in a world that’s troubled with pain. As long as a man has the strength to dream, he can redeem his soul and fly.

You’ve got to follow that dream, wherever that dream may lead.

If your actions create a legacy that inspires others to dream more, learn more, do more and become more, then you are an excellent leader.

If you ever dreamed of playing for millions around the world, now is your chance.

I’m living a dream I never want to wake up from.

I dream a dream that dreams back at me.

Dreams feel real while we’re in them. It’s only when we wake up that we realize something was actually strange.