Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts

Sunday, January 08, 2023

Post #3157

Those who lose dreaming are lost.
—Australian Aboriginal Proverb

Sunday, May 15, 2022

Post #3124

Dream dreams, then write them aye, but live them first.
—Samuel Eliot Morison

Thursday, September 24, 2020

"Sweet Dreams"

Had lots of dreams ne'er a one sweet
Dreamt a fine gal went out to eat
Opened her mouth she had no teeth
Moved on to the next kinda neat
Walked on the moon a major feat

Just some dreams I'm here to tout
Sweet ain't the word I'd go and shout
A little weird they are no doubt
When doors lead in but take me out
To lands of strange where sleep does scout.
—holden klass

Monday, February 11, 2019

Post #2761

Después de los cuarenta años la verdadera cara la tenemos en la nuca, mirando desesperadamente para atrás. (After forty years, the real face is on the back of the neck, looking desperately back.)
—Julio Cortázar

Thursday, June 01, 2017

Post #2349

Sleeping, we image what awake we wish;
Dogs dream of bones, and fishermen of fish.
—Theocritus

Wednesday, April 05, 2017

Post #2308

Dreams are excursions into the limbo of things, a semi-deliverance from the human prison.
—Henri-Frédéric Amiel

Monday, April 15, 2013

Post #1232

Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the same horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men.
—Zora Neale Hurston

Friday, November 09, 2012

Post #1107

We all live under the same sky, but we don't have the same horizon.
—Konrad Adenauer

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Post #782

The best way to make your dreams come true is to wake up.
Paul Valéry

Tuesday, June 07, 2011

Post #612

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
—Edgar Allen Poe

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Post #46

A person is not old until regrets take the place of dreams.
—John Barrymore

The Penalty of Leadership

In every field of human endeavor, he that is first must perpetually live in the white light of publicity. Whether the leadership be vested in a man or in a manufactured product, emulation and envy are ever at work. In art, in literature, in music, in industry, the reward and the punishment are always the same. The reward is widespread recognition; the punishment, fierce denial and detraction. When a man’s work becomes a standard for the whole world, it also becomes a target for the shafts of the envious few. If his work be mediocre, he will be left severely alone – if he achieve a masterpiece, it will set a million tongues a -wagging. Jealousy does not protrude its forked tongue at the artist who produces a commonplace painting. Whatsoever you write, or paint, or play, or sing, or build, no one will strive to surpass or to slander you unless your work be stamped with the seal of genius. Long, long after a great work or a good work has been done, those who are disappointed or envious, continue to cry out that it cannot be done. Spiteful little voices in the domain of art were raised against our own Whistler as a mountebank, long after the big world had acclaimed him its greatest artistic genius. Multitudes flocked to Bayreuth to worship at the musical shrine of Wagner, while the little group of those whom he had dethroned and displaced argued angrily that he was no musician at all. The little world continued to protest that Fulton could never build a steamboat, while the big world flocked to the river banks to see his boat steam by. The leader is assailed because he is a leader, and the effort to equal him is merely added proof of that leadership. Failing to equal or to excel, the follower seeks to depreciate and to destroy – but only confirms once more the superiority of that which he strives to supplant. There is nothing new in this. It is as old as the world and as old as human passions – envy, fear, greed, ambition, and the desire to surpass. And it all avails nothing. If the leader truly leads, he remains – the leader. Master-poet, master-painter, master-workman, each in his turn is assailed, and each holds his laurels through the ages. That which is good or great makes itself known, no matter how loud the clamor of denial. That which deserves to live — lives.
written by Theodore F. MacManus

A deadly viper once bit a hole snipe's hide; But 'twas the viper, not the snipe, that died.

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