“Is this my dream, or the truth? O would that we had met When I had my burning youth; But I grow old among dreams, A weather-worn, marble triton Among the streams.” PoetryTimeDreamsAgeingLost Opportunities Book:The Wild Swans at Coole Source: The Wild Swans at Coole
“One loses, as one grows older, something of the lightness of one's dreams; one begins to take life up in both hands, and to care more for the fruit than the flower, and that is no great loss perhaps.” DreamsAgeing Book:The Celtic Twilight: Faerie and Folklore Source: The Celtic Twilight: Faerie and Folklore