Quotes About Dreams

You can change your beliefs so they empower dreams and desires. Create a strong belief in yourself and what you want.

Yo soñé que soñaba. Y soñé que despertaba del segundo sueño, del sueño soñado y decía: "Ah, fue un sueño", y creía estar despierto. Quizá la vida sea eso, un sueño metido dentro de otro. Quizá la vida sea el tercer sueño concéntrico del que uno despierta cuando se muere.

With unemployment still abysmally high, the Obama economy is crushing Hispanics' dreams for their children to live a better life.

My Dad used to tell us: 'En este pais, ustedes van a poder lograr todas las cosas que nosotros no pudimos' 'In this country, you will be able to accomplish all the things we never could.'

We're special because dreams that are impossible anywhere else, come true here. That's not just my story. That's your story. That's our story.

But since her earliest days, America has inspired people from all over the world. Inspired them with the hope that one day their own countries would be one like this one.

What is the conservative movement? It's pretty straightforward. We believe that the way prosperity is created is when people have the freedom and the opportunity to pursue their dreams.

My mother was one of seven girls whose parents went to bed hungry so their children wouldn't. My father lost his mother when he was nine. He left school and went to work for the next 70 years. They emigrated to America with little more than the hope of a better life.

Simt c? port în mine dou? inimi, e ca ?i cum a? tr?i o a doua via?? — cea din vis.

They were innocent people. They could just do things you couldn't imagine. I can see code, do you get it? Algorithms that confound straights are just patterns to me. They come in my dreams. I dream the most beautiful programs never written.

In the Aeroplane Over the Sea

It is, perhaps, part of the human condition that children, as they grow to adulthood, must disentangle themselves from who their parents dreamt they might be, in order to figure out who they really are or hope to be. For

Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you've been.

When you're young, you think everything you do is disposable. You move from now to now, crumpling time up in your hands, tossing it away. You're your own speeding car. You think you can get rid of things, and people too—leave them behind. You don't yet know about the habit they have, of coming back. Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you've been.

When you're young, you think everything you do is disposable. You move from now to now, crumpling time up in your hands, tossing it away. You're your own speeding car. You think you can get rid of things, and people too—leave them behind. You don't yet know about the habit they have, of coming back. Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you've been.

In the fluid world of 1919, it was possible to dream of great change, or have nightmares about the collapse of order.

I fought tenaciously against what seemed to be my destiny; I struggled against my natural reaction with all my strength, because it was killing my dreams and forcing me to go in the wrong direction.

Chintesen?a celei mai dulci am?giri, nu este iubirea? Un pumn de zah?r care-?i schimb? moleculele, se umfl? ?i ne ademene?te, apoi în contact cu cavitatea cald? a membrelor dispare ca iluzoria substan?? a viselor.

Why did you marry Dad, Mom?" My mother sniffled through her nose, looked at me, then smiled. "I wanted something more and he was it. We both had big dreams." "That must have taken a lot of courage," I said. "To marry Dad. He was so different from you." "It was hardly courageous. It was just the only thing to do. We were in love.

I am not just what I remember. I am also what I dream.

Goodnight nobody. Goodnight mush.

I would have run away Into the forest To live in a nest Made of dreams And green leaves

Why can't she see that no two people are exactly alike? Our hearts and minds are all different. Only our dreams share this same desperate need to rise and soar...

I stayed under the moon too long. I am silvered with lust. Dreams flick like minnows through my eyes. My voice is trees tossing in the wind. I loose myself like a flock of blackbirds storming into your face. My lightest touch leaves blue prints, bruises on your mind. Desire sandpapers your skin so thin I read the veins and arteries maps of routes I will travel till I lodge in your spine. The night is our fur. We curl inside it licking.