Quotes About Dreams

For Walther. For Greta. For all the dreams that were gone. The stealer of dreams would steal no more, even if it meant killing the Komizar myself. My own mother may have betrayed me by suppressing my gift, but she was right about one thing. I am a soldier in my father's army. I glanced up at Kaden riding beside me. Maybe now it was I who would become the assassin.

We. Everything was we now. We wove our dreams together like armor. Nothing could stop us now.

I understood monuments now. Some were built of stone and sweat, and others were built of dreams, but they were all made of the things we didn't want to forget.

The best of it, thats what we told ourselves, over and over again as one day rolled into the next; we were only making the bets of it. It was a story, a riddle, a wish stalk that we wove into every kiss, a sweet powdered sugar that would melt and disappear on the end of our tongues, but for now it was real enough.

Because if I could believe in tomorrow or the next day, maybe that would give the magic time to come true.

Sometimes dreams are only dreams, Synové

Let me show you the stars.

Make a wish, Kazi, one for tomorrow, for the next day, and the next. One will always come true.

Today was the day a thousand dreams would die and a single dream would be born. (pg 3)

And now the senna and camomile were to flavour all her life. She was no longer to enjoy that mystical double existence, those delicious glimpses of dreamland, which made up for all the dulness of the common world that surrounded her.

and he knew that our dreams are none the less terrible to lose, because they have never been the realities for which we have mistaken them.

I wanted to travel from the beginning. As a kid, I used to dream about airplanes, before I ever flew in one.

Like children, we have dreamt, that what gratifies our desires, or contributes to our convenience to-day, will prove equally useful and satisfactory to-morrow, without reflecting on the growth of the body, the change of humours, the new objects, and the new situations, which every succeeding hour brings in its train.

Now I predict the future / merely by listening to echoes. A slamming door / can tell you everything you need to know. It's not a trick / only a simple matter of wisdom, an obsessive attention / to dreams. — Mary Jo Bang, from "The Oracle," Apology for Want: Poems . (Middlebury; 1st edition July 15, 1997)

It made perfect sense to me. My whole life I'd gone along with somebody else's plans. Not wanting to rock the boat and put myself first. After all, most of the time I didn't know what my own plans were. But the need for my own dream was screaming to get out of me.

They all lived in their own little clouds.

He could travel in his mind, though. He did it all the time.

Many medal winners dream of competing in a sport other than the one they're famous for.

I want fame more than I can tell. But more than I want fame I want happiness.

And always while I am still young, there is that dim light, the Future. But it is indeed a dim, dim light, and ofttimes there's a treachery in it.

To help create positive change in others, you must first find the catalyst for positive change in yourself," Mary Miller, Changing Direction: Ten Choices That Impact Your Dreams (Chapter 1).

The sons of dreams outlive the sons of seed.

Although all poets aspire to be birds, no bird aspires to be a poet.

My dreams were all my own; I accounted them to nobody; They were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free.