She had had sweet dreams, which possibly arose from the fact that her little bed was very white.
She had had sweet dreams, which possibly arose from the fact that her little bed was very white.
There is will in the thought, there is none in the dream. The dream, which is completely spontaneous, takes and keeps, even in the gigantic and the ideal, the form of our mind. Nothing springs more directly and more sincerely from the very bottom of our souls than our unreflected and indefinite aspirations towards the splendours of destiny.
I had a dream my life would be different from this hell I am living, so different from what it seemed. Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.
There is nothing like a dream to create the future.
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