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- Tao nghĩ một đứa không dám leo xuống cầu thang sẽ không bao giờ dám nhảy qua vòng lửa. Có lẽ bạn cũng từng phạm những sai lầm tương tự nhất là khi bạn còn quá trẻ. Quá trẻ thì không hiểu được rằng ước mơ đôi khi không phải là điều nhất định phải thực hiện cho bằng được hơn nữa có thể là điều người ta không có khả năng thực hiện trong suốt cuộc đời mình. Gặp một chú lùn ước mơ lớn lên sẽ chơi bóng rổ hay một chú bé dị tật ở chân nuôi mộng sau này trở thành ngôi sao bóng đá thì đó không phải là điều mà bạn nên chế nhạo. Một ngày nào đó bạn sẽ nhận ra ý nghĩa của ước mơ không phải ở chỗ nó có phù hợp với khả năng thực tế hay không. Điều quan trọng là nó cho phép bạn sống thêm một cuộc đời nữa với cảm xúc của riêng bạn, trong một thế giới mà bạn có thể hóa thân một cách hồn nhiên nhất vào đấng toàn năng. Như vậy, ước mơ không chỉ là chiếc bàn là tinh thần giúp bạn ủi phẳng những nếp nhăn của số phận mà còn là cách để bạn bắt gặp hình ảnh của Thượng Đế trong bản thân mình. ↗
I myself have dreamed up a structure intermediate between Dyson spheres and planets. Build a ring 93 million miles in radius - one Earth orbit - around the sun. If we have the mass of Jupiter to work with, and if we make it a thousand miles wide, we get a thickness of about a thousand feet for the base. And it has advantages. The Ringworld will be much sturdier than a Dyson sphere. We can spin it on its axis for gravity. A rotation speed of 770 m/s will give us a gravity of one Earth normal. We wouldn't even need to roof it over. Place walls one thousand miles high at each edge, facing the sun. Very little air will leak over the edges. Lord knows the thing is roomy enough. With three million times the surface area of the Earth, it will be some time before anyone complains of the crowding. ↗
She was an extension of his dreams. A sprinkling of magic dust, of unfeasible wishes, on his stable existence. The one thing-the one bright, marvelous thing-he wanted more than the world, but didn't deserve. However much he was tortured for her sake, however much blood he had spilled to protect her, the bruises to his body and the thrashings to his sanity, it would never be enough to make a wretch like him worthy of such a miracle. ↗
If there was magic in this world, it happened within sight of the three bases and home plate. All the gems in my world that decorated the walls and floors of dragons' lairs, the sword hilts of privileged princes, and crowns worn by emperors and kings, were nothing compared to the beauty and splendor of the diamond in Wrigley Stadium. It wasn't just a yard with dirt, chalk lines, bases, and a small hill in its center. Wrigley was a field of dreams. Dreams of eternal glory for the men who ran to the outfield, who took their respective bases, and prepared for battle against those who would dare enter their hallowed realm. Dreams for the kids in the stands, all wanting to don a uniform, kiss their moms goodbye, and wield their bats as enchanted weapons destined to knock the cover off the ball. And for the adults who had already selected their lot in life, Wrigley made the dreams of past innocence, lost wonder, and the promise that there was something inherently good still left in the world, come true. Yeah, corny as hell. But all true. ↗
Maybe it's all utterly meaningless. Maybe it's all unutterably meaningful. If you want to know which, pay attention to what it means to be truly human in a world that half the time we're in love with and half the time scares the hell out of us. Any fiction that helps us pay attention to that is religious fiction. The unexpected sound of your name on somebody's lips. The good dream. The strange coincidence. The moment that brings tears to your eyes. The person who brings life to your life. Even the smallest events hold the greatest clues. ↗
Yeah – Sure I remember Matter of fact it was just last September She still calls it the fall to remember Little Heather when it all came together You remember the first time you met her? She cried when it rained and blamed the weather But inside she strained with suicide letters The kind of cold you couldn’t warm with a sweater Hardly lasted past December She said she was headed down to defeat That’s the last you’d seen and never had dreamed That the same little Heather – It’s who you saw last week In an instant you couldn’t have missed her gleam As she listened she looked like a distant queen With a difference, there for all to see She found a different – A different kind of free ↗
They say that dogs may dream, and when Topsy was old, his feet would move in his sleep. With his eyes closed he would often make a noise that sounded quite human, as if greeting someone in his dreams. At first it seemed that he believed Sara would return, but as the years went by I understood that his loyalty asked for no reward, and that love comes in unexpected forms. His wish was small, as hers had been -- merely to be beside her. As for me, I already knew I would never get what I wanted. ↗
