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dream games shoes
I used to be another little fellow with some hoop dreams / Now I got the game laced up, shoe strings, Carlos Boozer
dream men our-world
"Dreaming is the vehicle that brings dreamers to this world," the emissary said, "and everything sorcerers know about dreaming was taught to them by us. Our world is connected to yours by a door called dreams. We know how to go through that door, but men don't. They have to learn it." Carlos Castaneda
dream hands tonight
Tonight in your dreams you must look at your hands. Carlos Castaneda
dream self realizing
Once it has learned to dream the double, the self arrives at this weird crossroad and a moment comes when one realizes that it is the double who dreams the self. Carlos Castaneda
dream art ideas
In the Art of Dreaming Don Juan tells Carlos, "... most of our energy goes into upholding our importance... if we were capable of losing some of that importance, two extraordinary things would happen to us. One, we would free our energy from trying to maintain the illusory idea of our grandeur; and two we would provide ourselves with enough energy to ... catch a glimpse of the actual grandeur of the universe." Carlos Castaneda
dream acceptance wind
The dying sun will glow on you without burning, as it has done today. The wind will be soft and mellow and your hilltop will tremble. As you reach the end of your dance you will look at the sun, for you will never see it again in waking or in dreaming, and then your death will point to the south. To the vastness. Carlos Castaneda
dream real differences
And for all I can tell, the only difference is that what many see we call a real thing, and what only one sees we call a dream. But things that many see may have no taste or moment in them at all, and things that are shown only to one may be spears and water-spouts of truth from the very depth of truth. C. S. Lewis
dream real differences
As for all I can tell, the only difference is that what many see we call a real thing, and what only one sees we call a dream. C. S. Lewis
dream self wish
It now seemed to me that all my other guesses had been only self-pleasing dreams spun out of my wishes, but now I was awake. C. S. Lewis
grief giving feelings
Grief ... gives life a permanently provisional feeling. It doesn't seem worth starting anything. I can't settle down. I yawn, I fidget, I smoke too much. Up till this I always had too little time. Now there is nothing but time. Almost pure time, empty successiveness. C. S. Lewis
grief sorrow maps
I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, hoever, turns out to be not a state but a process. C. S. Lewis
grief bears trouble
A dead grief is easier to bear than a live trouble. Agnes Repplier
grief eye strange
Strange that grief should now almost choke me, because another human being's eye has failed to greet mine. Charlotte Bronte
grief sea people
Reserved people often really need the frank discussion of their sentiments and griefs more than the expansive. The sternest-seeming stoic is human after all, and to burst with boldness and good-will into the silent sea of their souls is often to confer on them the first of obligations. Charlotte Bronte
grief struggle mastery
The vehemence of emotion, stirred by grief and love within me, was claiming mastery, and struggling for full sway; and asserting a right to predominate: to overcome, to live, rise, and reign at last; yes,--and to speak. Charlotte Bronte
grief moving men
Your tale is of the longest," observed Monks, moving restlessly in his chair. It is a true tale of grief and trial, and sorrow, young man," returned Mr. Brownlow, "and such tales usually are; if it were one of unmixed joy and happiness, it would be very brief. Charles Dickens
grief loss grieving
And can it be that in a world so full and busy the loss of one creature makes a void so wide and deep that nothing but the width and depth of eternity can fill it up! Charles Dickens
grief rain air
A blight had fallen on the trees and shrubs; and the wind, at length beginning to break the unnatural stillness that had prevailed all day, sighed heavily from time to time, as though foretelling in grief the ravages of the coming storm. The bat skimmed in fantastic flights through the heavy air, and the ground was alive with crawling things, whose instinct brought them forth to swell and fatten in the rain. Charles Dickens
selfish maturity years
So this is where the years of maturity deliver us - to this needy, selfish, unwieldy wish to be somebody else's first and primal other. Carol Shields
self investing juan
Self-importance requires spending most of one's life offended by something or someone. Carlos Castaneda
self pitfalls devotion
The enormous pitfall is devotion to oneself instead of to life. All works that are self-devoted are absolutely ineffective. Agnes Martin
self unhappy what-you-love
Love what you do and do what you love, otherwise you will become unhappy and self-defeating. Alan Sugar
selfish rose people
You can't build marriage on a foundation of selfish hedonism, because that would be to promise people only roses, and marriage is also thorns. Alan Keyes
selfish description relation
Selfish hedonism is not a pejorative. It is a description - an exactly accurate description of what is involved in homosexual relations. Alan Keyes
self rivers mountain
Self abandoned, relaxed and effortless, I seemed to have laid me down in the dried-up bed of a great river; I heard a flood loosened in remote mountains, I felt the torrent come; to rise I had no will, to flee I had no strength. Charlotte Bronte
self giving soul
I can live alone, if self-respect, and circumstances require me so to do. I need not sell my soul to buy bliss. I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld, or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give. Charlotte Bronte
selfish laughing soul
I have little left in myself -- I must have you. The world may laugh -- may call me absurd, selfish -- but it does not signify. My very soul demands you: it will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame. Charlotte Bronte