Maya AngelouI dreamt we walked together along the shore. We made satisfying small talk and laughed. This morning I found sand in my shoe and a seashell in my pocket. Was I only dreaming?
About This Quote
We often dream of the things we want. When we wake, we must make the most of what we’ve got. In this quote, the speaker is very happy about a dream where she and her lover had walked along the shore together, only to find both of them with a shell from some sea creature in their pocket. This is a common dream that people have had throughout history.
We want what we don’t have and then can’t help wishing for that which we don’t have. It’s a wonderful thing to learn that our dreams can come true if we hold on tight to hope and live for tomorrow.
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