Man Of My Dreams Quotes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Chapter 6 Mere khwabon ki Aarthi par Apne khwabo ki doli sajana Tumhari chahat thi Par tum ye bhul gaye Ki kisiko khwabo ko torkar Tumhare apne khwab bhi Kabhi pura nahi honge. ~Ankita Ghosh (on my pyre of my dreams you wanted to decorate your dreams. But you forgot that If you break someone's dream then you won't be able to fulfill your dreams as well)

He asked me. "Man, you really don't know how to let it slide, don't you," I laughed playfully. "I'm curious," He said. "Yo should never kill your dreams, my love." "It's easy for you to say," I teased the man. "You grew up with a gold spoon in your mouth, and I bet you any dream you had was literally at your fingers reach. It's not the same when you have no connection or money, and higher problems suffocating your family's wellbeing."

"I made you. From nothing. You’re a construct." "Constructs don’t dream," he replies, his voice still soft, still even. There is no anger in him—not yet—and that absence is more threatening than any fury could be. "I dream of fire that doesn’t burn. Of cities I’ve never seen but know every street of. Of a woman with your hands, writing my name over and over in a notebook that smells like rain even when it’s bone dry. I dream of the day you closed the book and left me in the dark. Do you dream of me?"

saying Richard cemented the whole discussion by saying "I had dreams, astonishing dreams, the same way you aspire to be great, but my dreams were crushed. Zafira that is what this world does, it shatters your dreams. It brings agonising pain to my heart to see the flare of greatness that burns in your heart and how the world might crush it. After I had shifted into a full-blown Wolf, I had aspirations to be greater than my father but I found myself doing normal things that normal people did and here I am, not entirely happy but grateful for I have seen worse."

A line appeared between his eyebrows, and I hated that I wanted to smooth it out with my thumb. “I work my ass off,” I said, the words tumbling out now, hot and ugly. “I have scrubbed other people’s toilets. I have served drinks to men who look at me like I’m already halfway naked. I have ran from job to job because I have dreams. I have ambitions, and I’m sick and tired of you acting like I’m just… here. Existing for your convenience.” That did it. His eyes flickered. “Dreams,” he repeated, and the word sat heavy on his tongue, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to say it. “What dreams, Isabella?”

His cheeky, eerie grin wasn’t on his face anymore. “What is it? What is going on?” She asked. “I wish I can tell you the meaning of your dreams,” the man started. “But that is something you will have to do in your own. Only you should face that. But there are forces that are going to force you to yield to them.” “Why do you sound like it is more serious than it seems?” “Because it is girl.” The man said, his expression not changing. “Your life is in danger. You are the only one who can help yourself and that is if you are able to decipher the dreams you have been having.”

I ignore his snide remark about the way I am eating and go on to ask my question. 'You know, when I was still in the human realm, I had been having these strange dreams of a man who would appear in my dreams everyday and would be telling me I am his and I could never run away from him, in one dream too, I played with fire without it hurting me so you know, I wanted to ask if perhaps, you were that man plus I do not get why these dreams only started when I reached my twenties.' I tell him, staring straight in his eyes, searching for an emotion but I see nothing.

I said " It is a dream but I will make it come true " he says moving close to me Should I move back

After using tissues to wipe my eyes and blow my nose, I cleared my throat. "We're still friends though and I know that should be enough. But it's not... Like I had a dream about her and I woke up so sad," I continued with my narration. "In the video, Dad says something about dreams mimicking reality. And I always thought that quote of his meant I need to do everything to make my dreams come true, but I think I got it mixed up."

We talked about everything—our parents, the scars we carried, the dreams we were finally ready to chase. “Do you ever think about what if you have given up on your dreams?” he asked, eyes searching mine. My breath caught. “I do,” I admitted. “More than I thought I would.” but am glad i didn’t He smiled, a slow, sure smile that reached all the way to his eyes. “, Me too, then i won’t have meet such an amazing woman like you” he said. There was passion too. Nights spent tangled in sheets, skin slick with salt and sweat, whispers turning into laughter and moans.