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"Only in dreams, in poetry, in play do we sometimes arrive at what we were before we were this thing that, who knows, we are."
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"Dreams become reality once the dreamer goes beyond imagining and acts them out."
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"Dream big, you are powerful. You can exceed all your expectations."
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"Dream of dreamers!"
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"I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts, or my thoughts the result of my dreams."
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"You can capture this body of mine, take away my freedom and enslave me. You may even have the power to capture my soul and sentence me to the realm of eternal darkness. But my dreams you cannot touch. They are my will-the very essence of who I am. In them I laugh. In them I cry. In them I love. And in them.....I live.My dreams are untouchable and unceasing."
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"The interpretation of dreams is the royal road to a knowledge of the unconscious activities of the mind."
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"Moonlight flooded in the windows and silvered the room, turning it into a lagoon of dreams."
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"My dream is to become a farmer. Just a Bohemian guy pulling up his own sweet potatoes for dinner."
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"Dreams are fulfilled at the right. Be patient and wait for the fulfillment of your dreams."
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"Dream is a destiny."
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"Why have we had to invent Eden, to live submerged in the nostalgia of a lost paradise, to make up utopias, propose a future for ourselves?"
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"Only by living absurdly is it possible to break out of this infinite absurdity."
Absurdity
"What good is a writer if he can't destroy literature? And us... what good are we if we don't help as much as we can in that destruction?"
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"And do you accept the idea that there is no explanation?"
Creativity
"Everything can be killed except nostalgia for the kingdom, we carry it in the color of our eyes, in every love affair, in everything that deeply torments and unties and tricks."
Love
"Only in dreams, in poetry, in play do we sometimes arrive at what we were before we were this thing that, who knows, we are."
Dream
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