quotation: There is nothing like a dream to create the future. Victor Hugo

QUOTATION

There is nothing like a dream to create the future.

Victor Hugo (1802-1885) Discuss

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Quotation: Lucy Maud Montgomery on Solitude

While solitude with dreams is glorious, solitude without them has few charms.

Lucy Maud Montgomery (1874-1942) Discuss

Theresa (poetic thought by George-B)

Theresa (poetic thought by George-B)

One day,
after falling in love 
with the most beautiful woman
I decided to praise her beauty in

a song
a poem
a portrait
a bust

I couldn’t find the tools…So
I went on praising her in my heart, rather than

on paper
in a song
on canvas
or in a clay bust in a niche…

All in my heart the love for her remains and
sometimes: in a dream.

 

Dream well (poetic thought by George-B) and Dream a little dream of me Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong)

Dream well (poetic thought by George-B)

They take your dream, undress it
and turn it into theirs
they take your dream, and dress it in
another one’s costume

 They put your dream up at auction,
Hoping behind the scenes,
You’ll not suspect it, 
they think it is  well worth it

You know your dream was not for sale,
you never though of parting with
Just hoped well deep into your well
Its freshness be thirst quenching

 Your thirst, never appeased 
for just another dream come true,
Your prayer to the gods of dreams, 
your wondrous masterpiece-
The dream long time in waiting .

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Heaven by Brandi Carlile

This song is a cover of “Heaven” by Bryan Adams.

 Send “Heaven” Ringtone to your Cell 

Oh – thinkin’ about all our younger years
There was only you and me
We were young and wild and free

Now nothin’ can take you away from me
We’ve been down that road before
But that’s over now
You keep me comin’ back for more
Baby you’re all that I want
When you’re lyin’ here in my arms
I’m findin’ it hard to believe
We’re in heaven

And love is all that I need
And I found it there in your heart
It isn’t too hard to see
We’re in heaven

Oh – once in your life you find someone
Who will turn your world around
Bring you up when you’re feelin’ down

Ya – nothin’ could change what you mean to me
Oh there’s lots that I could say
But just hold me now
Cause our love will light the way

Now nothin’ can take you away from me
We’ve been down that road before
But that’s over now
You keep me comin’ back for more
Baby you’re all that I want
When you’re lyin’ here in my arms
I’m findin’ it hard to believe
We’re in heaven

I’ve been waitin’ for so long
For somethin’ to arrive
For love to come along

Now our dreams are comin’ true
Through the good times and the bad
Ya – I’ll be standin’ there by you

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A pebble’s memories (by George-b) (from my poetic thoughts)

A pebble’s memories (by George-b)

In dreams we’re  loved and cared for
while  daylight is for returning
The love and care our dream
gathered for us
while innocently  dreaming –

For instance:  take this fragment
of a larger pebble, almost a stone,
still dreaming of the mountain around it once ,
while under ice being forsaken for Eons;
will it remember of  the mountain it once were,
the way it felt, the way it…rocked?
The way the solid water worked onto the crevice,
breaking more ,

While the time had flowed Eons…

Pebbles on Findhorn Beach (Photo credit: Assaulted Peanut)

Quotation: Richard le Gallienne (1866-1947) on Good Samaritans’ Work

They are the good Samaritans that find us robbed of all our dreams by the roadside of life, bleeding and weeping and desolate; and such is their skill and wealth and goodness of heart, that they not only heal up our wounds, but restore to us the lost property of our dreams.

Richard le Gallienne (1866-1947) Discuss

Today’s Quotation: Lewis Carroll on reality as dream

Is all our Life, then, but a dream
By Lewis Carroll in Sylvie and Bruno.

Is all our Life, then, but a dream
Seen faintly in the golden gleam
Athwart Time’s dark resistless stream?

Bowed to the earth with bitter woe,
Or laughing at some raree-show,
We flutter idly to and fro.

Man’s little Day in haste we spend,
And, from its merry noontide, send
No glance to meet the silent end.