Dreamland

by Nicholas Sparks

The logical side of me knows that what we want and what we get are usually two entirely different things.

whatever. As a rule I take things as they come and try not to expect or regret much.

I’m not proud of who I was back then, but I also know it’s impossible to change the past.

we don’t always get to choose our paths in life; sometimes, they choose us.

I could work twenty-four hours a day and still never say to myself, That’s it. There’s nothing more to be done.

There was, after all, more to life than work, and I realized I no longer wanted to be the person I’d recently become. I wanted to embrace those things that were important to me and worry less about the things that were beyond my control.

Did love carry with it the power to make a person question everything? Did love make a person want to become someone new?

Hold on to Dreamland Forever, not just today Someday Dreamland will be ours Hold fast, don’t fall away

As much as I loved them, I knew that somehow they’d also become my prison.

In a world where nothing ever stops, actually completing something can be very gratifying.