Dreams Of Marriage Meaning นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You can say whatever it is that you want to say but just know that no matter what we'll still get married." "You're being childish and over emotional. What do you think? That we'll get married just because we're engaged? Dream high. Just because we're engaged doesn't mean that we'll end up getting married." "Who's being childish here? You really think that we won't get married? Wow, talk about someone dreaming high."

“Damien, I’ve dreamt of a future with you too. A future filled with love, trust, and resilience. Our one-year marriage was just a beginning, wasn’t it?” A surge of relief washed over Damien, followed by an overwhelming surge of joy. He nodded, tears glistening in his eyes. “Yes, Brenda. It was just the beginning. I want to build a life with you, face the challenges that come our way, and celebrate the joys together.” That moment, they understood that their dreams weren’t separate entities but intertwining threads, weaving a tapestry of their shared future. As they held each other, Damien and Brenda allowed themselves to dream once more, to envision a life that surpassed their wildest imagina

“No... not again...” I was having yet another one of those Dolph dreams, where I was getting married to him. There were just too many things about that dream that threw me off, especially the fact that a part of me was beginning to enjoy the whole scenario. From my experience in relationship therapy, I could tell that getting married to Dolph was the dream of many girls. A young, wealthy, good-looking guy who just had it all. But then, the thought of getting married to him just happened to scare me.

On the other hand, you shouldn't repress yourself from your dreams for fear of anyone. - But he is my husband, and I know that in marriage we should be united and willing to do what the other wants. I wanted to be for him what he was not for me, that he would also embrace my dreams, just as I was embracing that choice of his. But today... A baby smiled at me, and it was as if a curtain of peace opened, just in that smile.

"I never want you far from me. I know I'm asking too much, and I know you can't grant it all, even though I wish you could. But I wish it was so. You mean the world to me, Karl." Again, he kissed her. "And you mean the world to me too," Karl said. "What is the purpose of marriage?" Karl put on a pondering expression. "Okay. People marry for love, to forge alliances, to end quarrels, and wars, which you could say is for the sake of peace. They marry for trade of anything at all, even soldiers. They marry for land, and possession. They marry to acquire favour. And they marry to buy someone's loyalty."

Instead of yearning for something she can’t have, the love she wished to have is sitting by her side and wanting her single yes. “For me, marriage has turned out to be a scary thing,” I said. “Marriage is not only about making babies or getting the power over the other. I see marriage as a companionship. Let’s be friends and get to know each other better. If you don’t think I’m not suitable for you, we can break up and you can do anything you want. But I’ll protect you forever and I’ll be there for you forever,” he said, “You can rely on me and I’ll be your safe haven,”

"You will be in it for the money. See him as a bank and the money he'd give you as a loan. He needs you for his own personal reasons and you need him. You're both using each other Lila, nothing is wrong with that." Lila shook her head at that. "Everything is wrong with it Ema." She said as he sat down on the couch. "I have dreamt of my marriage since I was a little girl. My husband would be madly in love with me and he'd be willing to worship the floor I walked on. And my children? I dreamt of having a lot of them. And some pets, a few dogs and a cat that would be the Queen of our house. A contract marriage is the complete opposite of that dream. Ema, I just can't."

“Then the music starts to play and I start to walk down the aisle. At the other end, near a priest, is a tall man with black hair. I can’t see his face, but I know he loves me.” Kay’s face softens. “Ah, yes, well you are getting married soon. Maybe your mind is helping you process the change.” “Maybe,” I shrug. “It just feels weird that I’m dreaming about marrying some mystery man I can’t even recognize or see,” I laugh looking down at my hand once more. “It feels like I’m cheating on James in my dream. Weird, right?” “How do you know that the dream isn’t about your own wedding?” Kay queries. “You are getting married in a cathedral.”

People often said that marriage was the grave of love, the final destination of all relationships. What about an arranged marriage without love? It was the grave of life. There was no way out, no way back. Doris awoke from her nightmare, her spine dripping with sweat. She dreamed that she slipped and fell into the abyss, kept falling and falling. Both body and soul were suspended, being dragged by invisible forces to bottomless hell.