Quotes About Dreams

Follow your dreams... or you'll be spend the rest of your life working for someone who did!

Let your dreams be bigger than your fears, your actions louder than your words, and your faith stronger than your feelings.

When we were little, we dreamt of being rock-stars and doctors. Now life has changed and those dreams have faded. Now we're just hoping we make it.

Don't let those fools blow your cool! Stay righteous to yorself and follow your dreams no matter what! Life is beautiful if you make it that way.

Do not live for the expectations of people around you. Live for yourself, for your dreams, for your happiness

Don't let anyone change the direction of your dreams. Be confident, and make the life you've imagined for yourself a reality.

It's not how high you build your dreams that makes you different but how high your faith in GOD can climb. It's not how many goals you reach, but how many lives you touch. It's not who you know that matters, but who you are inside your heart and in your mind...

Tomorrow is a blank page, just waiting to be filled with your dreams... All you have to do is be yourself and live the story of your own unique life. Be proud. Be confident. And most of all be happy.

Being true to your vision means fitting your life into your dreams rather than trying fit your dreams into your life.

Don't lose who you are, in the blur of the stars, seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing, it's okay not to be okay.

Those who cry that they can't fly in the sky, must just try to be what they want to be!

And these dreams warned me that since I wanted to be a writer someday, it was time to find out what I meant to write. But as soon as I asked myself this, trying to find a subject in which I could anchor some infinite philosophical meaning, my mind would stop functioning. I could no longer see anything but empty space before my attentive eyes, I felt that I had no talent or perhaps a disease of the brain kept it from being born.

The 'action' began: to me it seemed all the more obscure because in those days, when I read to myself, I used often, while I turned the pages, to dream of something quite different. And to the gaps which this habit made in my knowledge of the story more were added by the fact that when it was Mamma who was reading to me aloud she left all the love-scenes out.

The need for dreams, the desire to be made happy by the woman one has dreamed of, means that it can take no time at all to settle all one's chances of happiness on someone who a few days earlier was no more than a fortuitous, unknown, commonplace apparition on the boards of a theater.

Every night perhaps, we accept the risk of experiencing, while we sleep, sufferings that we consider to be null and void because they will be endured only in the course of a sleep that we believe is without consciousness. In fact, on the evenings when I returned home late from La Raspelière, I was very sleepy. But as soon as the cold weather arrived, I was unable to get to sleep right away, because the fire was so bright it was as if a lamp had been lit.

If I have always been so much interested in dreams, is it not because, compensating duration with intensity they help us to understand better what is subjective in love?

We dream a great deal of paradise, or, rather, of numerous successive paradises, but they are all, long before we die, paradises lost, in which we would feel lost.

I was trapped in the present, as heroes are, or drunkards; in brief eclipse, my past had ceased to project in front of me that shadow of itself which we call our future; seeing the purpose of my life not in any past dreams coming true but in the simple bliss of the passing moment, I could see no further than that moment.

was nevertheless still young, since I had been able to write her one, by means of which I hoped, in telling her of my solitary dreams of love and longing, to arouse similar dreams in her. The sadness of men who have grown old lies in their no longer even thinking of writing such letters, the futility of which their experience has shown.

that healing attack of mental alienation which is sleep

She would make me tell her, too, all about the poems that I meant to compose. And these dreams reminded me that, since I wished, some day, to become a writer, it was high time to decide what sort of books I was going to write.

the moonlight striking upon the half-opened shutters would throw down to the foot of my bed its enchanted ladder;

there is a way of separating one's dreams from one's life which so often produces good results that I ask myself whether one ought not, at all costs, to try it, simply as a preventive, just as certain surgeons make out that we ought, to avoid the risk of appendicitis later on, to have all our appendices taken out when we are children.

Life on Earth is quite a bargain. Dreams, for one, don't charge admission. Illusions are only costly when lost. The body has its own installment plan. —Wis?awa Szymborska, "Here