Man Of My Dreams Quotes の小説・ストーリー

He turned back to her, searching her face for an answer that went beyond her words. "Yes, that’s really my dream. But not all dreams get the chance to come true," she said, her voice quiet yet firm, as if she had long accepted this truth. "Often, dreams remain just that—dreams, especially if they’re impossible or if it’s too late." A bitter smile curved her lips, one that barely reached her eyes.

He delivered that last statement with so much seriousness I had to laugh. When I came down from my laughter filled high, looked at him. "Me, die?" I shook my head vehemently. "I'm not going anywhere yet, buddy, at least not until you're well and good, and besides, I told you dreams don't mean anything, they're just there to make us realize we've got a soul, nothing more."

His cobalt blue eyes locked onto mine, holding me captive with their intensity, and when he spoke his voice was low and fierce and absolutely certain. "Okay, but Jude..you are not damaged or wrong or any of the things I know you tell yourself in the dark. You survived something that would have destroyed most people, and you're still here, still fighting, still the strongest person I've ever known. Those dreams don't make you weak. They make you human. And I will spend every night for the rest of my life holding you through them if that's what you need."

I reminded myself. "Why?" I jumped at the voice from behind me. "Ah! You." I sighed holding my racing heart. I almost got a minor attack. "A dream is not something you see to forget and discard. It stays with you until you get it. You can never be at peace until you've accomplished it." He said. "People get greedy when they dream." I reminded. "Why? U don't believe in yourself?." "Nope." I simply shrugged. He sighed shaking his head. "Why are women so stupid?"

Garcia Flashback “Did you just say dream?” I blinked up at the breathtaking man looming over me, my heart skipping a beat. God, he was beautiful, like something carved out of my fantasies. I nodded slowly, a lazy smile tugging at my lips. "Yes, dream. You’re the man of my dreams. Though, I gotta admit, I didn’t expect you to be this….older. You’re hot, don’t get me wrong, but I didn’t think I was into older men. Are all older men as hot as you, by the way?” I ran my mouth without thinking.

Lawrence pressed his forehead against mine to catch a breath. "If I had known you were lying awake," he began. "You would have stayed home," I finished, smiling despite myself trembling for wanting him more. My body ached for him, I wanted all of him for myself. Lawrence is my man, my dream man. The one I have been wanting to be with ever since that time I first cleaned the Magnolia resort. And even when he cast us out from our home, I had never stopped dreaming of him. "Exactly." He looked at me as if reading my thoughts and then he kissed the corner of my mouth. "And before you say anything about not being a thing that needs saving, don't argue with me. Let me be foolish for once, sweethea

“You don't have to be scared because I will come back. I promise you, Eden. Nothing will happen to me. I assure you. I won't die, nothing will happen to me. I'm a big, strong man, remember?” I didn't share his sense of humor because I was scared of this. Something was telling me that something was going to go wrong and I couldn't just put my finger on it. I knew that I shouldn't tell him things like that right now since he was about to leave but I just couldn't help it. “Roman, I don't know. I don't feel good about this. The dreams I've been happening -” ”Those dreams are nothing. I assure you that I will come back. I have never lied to you before and I never will. If I tell you that I will

I turned to Mary, feeling a surge of warmth in my chest as I admired the way her eyes sparkled in the soft starlight. "You know, Mary," I began, my voice soft and contemplative, "I've always dreamt of traveling the world, exploring new cultures and experiencing life to the fullest. What about you? What are your dreams for the future?" Mary's gaze turned thoughtful, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on my hand. "I've always been drawn to the idea of creating a haven for those in need, a sanctuary where people can heal and find solace. It's a dream I've carried with me for as long as I can remember."