Quote from “FUTURE GONE”:“…I set the house on fire. It’s dark outside. The fire tears down the darkness. I turn my back to the place and leave, not knowing where. And suddenly I understand…All dreams are dead now”.

But my gloom did not lessen. I knew that I'd had a bad dream, and I stood in the dark trying to recollect it. The second I closed my eyes, I was with the dead. They did things words cannot express. They spoke madness. ("Hanka")

Dreams are like holding on to a good book in your hands; you have the full story in your palms, but no matter how much you want to get to the end of the story, you have to go through all the pages first; and you are the writer.

I’ve learned a lot about love over these last months. And part of what I’ve learned is that you have to want someone for who they are, not who you want them to be. You have to love a real person, not some dream in your head.

There are thoughts that don’t let you sleep in the darkness of nights. Thoughts of life, love, circumstances and dreams. Interestingly, these thoughts don’t disappear when you have your eyes opened in the day ahead. Whether you live greatly or not is determined by these thoughts.

My parents never projected their dreams onto me. If they hoped I would be a great pitcher, or political figure, or artist (no chance), they never told me about it. Their view of parenting was to offer love and encourage me to chart my own path.

All parents set out with expectations, hopes and dreams for their child. When a child is diagnosed with a health problem, these aspirations are altered. While one parent is hoping to see their child graduate from university, another is praying that they can live pain free

Sleep," he says. "I'll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you.""With what?""My bar hands, obviously."In the moments before i drift off to sleep, i hear him whisper, "I love you, Tris.

She freshens me up above a bit. Who'd ha thought that face - as bright and as strong as the angel I dream of - could have known the sorrow she speaks on? I wonder how she'll sin. All on us must sing.

Death abides by no one's rules...it takes what pleases it without consciousness to its decisions. It destroys what it will. It took the pieces of perfection I once knew and shattered them. Now what remains are shards of a dream, drawing blood with every step.