Dreams - Dreams are like rainbows. Only idiots chase them.
Dreams - Dreams are like rainbows. Only idiots chase them.
He felt like a man who, chasing rainbows, has had one of them suddenly turn and bite him in the leg.
Crossing the uplands of time, Skirting the borders of night, Scaling the face of the peak of dreams, We enter the region of light, And hastening on with eager intent, Arrive at the rainbow's end, And here uncover the pot of gold Buried deep in the heart of a friend.
I have been in Sorrow's kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and sword in my hands.
We've had some rainbows, but the themes of low visibility and investor uncertainty have run loud and clear here. But you get to the point where selling has run its course and late-day flurries have shown that this process is under way.
I was losing control of my pitches. They (the Rainbows) thought I was throwing at them. I wasn't. Bottom of the fifth inning, you're not going to do that to a team. Wrong place, wrong time.
Most of all the other beautiful things in life come by twos and threes, by dozens and hundreds. Plenty of roses, stars, sunsets, rainbows, brothers and sisters, aunts and cousins, but only one mother in the whole world.
Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.
One day when I was young, and walking with a friend, a field dry as straw bloomed with flowers. 'Oh, glory' we breathed, my good friend and I, for the flowers blazed like suns and fire and rainbows. They sprang from folds between hillsides, peeked from pockets of shade. Spiraling dancing they followed us home....
Rainbows apologize for angry skies.
Weekends are a bit like rainbows; they look good from a distance but disappear when you get up close to them.
Waiting for the winds of change to sweep the clouds away. Waiting for the rainbow's end to cast its gold your way... You don't get something for nothing. You can't have freedom for free.
Ask why the sunlight not for ever
Weaves rainbows o'er yon mountain-river,
Why aught should fail and fade that once is shown,
Why fear and dream and death and birth
Cast on the daylight of this earth
Such gloom, -- why man has such a scope
For love and hate, despondency and hope?
And I cry at the uncertainty of rainbows.
Surround of rainbows Listen The rain comes upon us Restore us.
When the lamp is shattered
The light in the dust lies dead --
When the cloud is scattered,
The rainbow's glory is shed.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories