This, therefore, is a faded dream of the time when I went down into the dust and noise of the Eastern market-place, and with my brain and muscles, with sweat and constant thinking, made others see my visions coming true. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that all was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, and make it possible.
T.E. Lawrence
All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.
dreams men dream night day dangerous eyes find vanity open act dreamers minds wake
dreams imagination men time true dream night day dangerous eyes find thinking brain vanity open act dreamers noise minds dust made visions sweat wake
I loved you, so I drew these tides of men into my hands and wrote my will across the sky in stars.
men sky stars hands
Club Secretary: I say, Lawrence. You are a clown! Lawrence: We can't all be lion tamers.
lion
Rebellions can be made by 2 percent actively in the striking force and 98 percent passively sympathetic.
force made
Many men would take the death-sentence without a whimper, to escape the life-sentence which fate carries in her other hand.
fate
We were fond together because of the sweep of open places, the taste of wide winds, the sunlight, and the hopes in which we worked. The morning freshness of the world-to-be intoxicated us. We were wrought up with ideas inexpressible and vaporous, but to be fought for. We lived many lives in those whirling campaigns, never sparing ourselves: yet when we achieved and the new world dawned, the old men came out again and took our victory to remake in the likeness of the former world they knew. Youth could win, but had not learned to keep, and was pitiably weak against age. We stammered that we had worked for a new heaven and a new earth, and they thanked us kindly and made their peace.
history
We lived always in the stretch or sag of nerves, either on the crest or in the trough of waves of feeling.
feeling emotion
If I could talk it like Dahoum, you would never be tired of listening to me.
language
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds awake to find that all was vanity; but the dreamers by day are dangerous men, for they may act out their dreams with open eyes to make them possible.
thought-provoking
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