You are never given a dream without also being given the power to make it true. You may have to work for it, however.

Nothing good is a miracle, nothing lovely is a dream.

The world is a dream, you say, and it’s lovely, sometimes. Sunset. Clouds. Sky.” “No. The image is a dream. The beauty is real. Can you see the difference?

Your harshest truths are dreams, and your gentlest dreams are true.

The only thing that shatters dreams is compromise.

When you dream, all the scenery, characters, events, perils, and outcomes are built from your own consciousness, the darks and oppressions as well as the delights. Same with the world awake, though it takes you longer to build it.

How is it we’re the lucky ones, living a life that the children-we-were took for dreams?