Westward on the high-hilled plains Where for me the world began, Still, I think, in newer veins Frets the changeless blood of man.... There, when hueless is the west And the darkness hushes wide, Where the lad lies down to rest Stands the troubled dream beside. There, on thoughts that once were mine, Day looks down the eastern steep, And the youth at morning shine Makes the vow he will not keep. A.E. Housman
You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
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Dr. Seuss
A broken heart in real life isn't half as dreadful as it is in books. It's a good deal like a bad tooth, though you won't think THAT a very romantic simile. It takes spells of aching and gives you a sleepless night now and...
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L.m. Montgomery
Live the Life of Your Dreams: Be brave enough to live the life of your dreams according to your vision and purpose instead of the expectations and opinions of others.
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Roy T. Bennett
Surround Yourself with People Who Believe in Your Dreams:Surround yourself with people who believe in your dreams, encourage your ideas, support your ambitions, and bring out the best in you.
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Roy T. Bennett
The biggest wall you have to climb is the one you build in your mind: Never let your mind talk you out of your dreams, trick you into giving up. Never let your mind become the greatest obstacle to success. To get your mind on...
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Roy T. Bennett
More Quotes By A.E. Housman
Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are fluttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go. O never fear, lads, naught’s to dread, Look not left nor right: In all the endless road you tread There’s nothing...
Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
You smile upon your friend to-day, To-day his ills are over; You hearken to the lover's say, And happy is the lover.' Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never: I shall have lived a little while Before I die for...
Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come...
Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill, And while the sun and moon endure Luck's a chance, but trouble's sure, I'd face it as a wise man would, And train for ill and not for good.
