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“When the time has come to confront the hard truth, we may have to rewire our brains to ensure the healing from subversive mental barbs of aching incidents. ("Lost dreams")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“If we are capable of recognizing that the highlights of our destiny can be found in the spell of a happy moment, we needn’t worry all the time about the hurly-burly of the future. ("Lost dreams")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“When we dare to think differently and decide to expand our thinking, we instill fresh energy in our drained mindset. By infusing new life into our neural web, we create inner space in our journey to self-knowledge and deeper insight.( "Lost dreams")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“Mostly because I’ve realized what a lame teenager I was. I was always home at the stroke of midnight; I didn’t like drinking mash; I didn’t have sex. I read books and had an inferiority complex because I was afraid to do all that other stuff. I don’t know anything about being a badass punk rocker.”
― Karin Tidbeck

“I may say that I have forgotten a certain thing.
Partially false; it has just faded I know.
Unintentionally that thing might have prick-ed me more than the other things that I might have let go.
I will only understand its depth, if after years of persuasive erosions and new etch marks, I dream about you one fine night; having nothing to do with my present. Just some sweet-bitter memories might surface one day. And that one day I will regret and at the same time thank to have met you in my life.”
― Ranjani Ramachandran

“It’s a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself. Makes you wonder what else you can do that you’ve forgotten about.”
― Alan Ball, American Beauty: The Shooting Script

“You may cry out tears for misplacing your money, but you got to cry out blood if you have misplaced your dreams. Sadly, you may not even know the great deal of influence you loss when you misplace your dreams, so how will you cry for such a loss?”
― Israelmore Ayivor, The Great Hand Book of Quotes

“There’s something tragic about the way the moonlight hits her. It’s like tonight is hers. The black sky looking down and shaking its head. Another one lost to this wicked world.”
― Daniel Abbott, The Concrete

“To a heart that never gets tired.

There's a whole lot of road, a path entirely mapped out with a bunch of pebbles, some already warmly enwrapped in your knapsack, while some lay wonderfully laden in your journey. A whole lot of people, a bunch of stars and a handful amount of time, do you find yourself alone? No, it cannot be yet you seek out company, in a blister of Hope, while all along something inside of you bathes in majestic solitude. Do you find peace? Rather do you seek peace? In a tangle of dreams, in a knot of illusions where would you walk? Which road, which path would you find yourself walking down the trail, is it the one that your soul yearns for or the one that is slithering through your mind, is it the one that your heart churns out from the vessel of lost time, or the Mirage of Time, in a mirror of passionate embers of your limitless soul. You walk by, you come close but let that walk you by, for dreams are but dead flowers when the spring gives in to winters of a sunset porch. And there but stands one fire, ignited through the countless stars dancing in a mad jest of a gypsy soul, a heart that never tires of its dreams softly kissing the stars of a distant paradise. So leads the way, where the journey unfolds in tiptoeing the vagabond mind, in decluttering all that is vapourised through the written pages of a story unwritten, to caress the pages yet to come, in a cocoon of a heart that never stops.

Love & Light, always
- Debatrayee”
― Debatrayee Banerjee

“Once, long ago, I heard the mermaids singing, but I do not think they will sing to me now.”
― Toby R. Beeny, Lilacs from the Dead Land: A Narrative of Nostalgia, Identity, and Dreams