Quotes About Dreams

This is the only time for high ideals because those ideals are all that we have. We aren't just fighting for our physical survival, but for the survival of our civilization. We don't have the luxury of old-world pillars. We don't have a common heritage, we don't have a millennia of history. All we have are the dreams and promises that bind us together. All we have...is what we want to be.

And though age and infirmity overtake me, and I come not within sight of the castle of my dreams, teach me still to be thankful for life, and for time's olden memories that are good and sweet; and may the evening's twilight find me gentle still.

Whatever your labors and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.

And whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

a nation of superior, unfriendly, discourteous people, set in the old ways of inefficiency, clinging to old dreams of a greatness which we cannot perpetuate…We deceive ourselves if we think the soil is clean. The seeds of distrust and dislike lie dormant in it.

I used to want to be a lawyer, but I didn't want to have half my brain sucked out.

Once upon a time, when she still believed that somewhere, out there, was a man who would love her. Once upon a time, when young girl's dreams came true and happily ever after was just within reach.

?uvala me, i pored svega, onakvog kakav sam bio u njenim snovima. ?arobnja?ki me sastavljala od razbijenih komada, možda i ne prime?uju?i pukotine

Ne daš mi da spavam - rekao sam, tobože prijekorno, a ništa drugo nisam želio, ni ljepše, ni draže, nikad, u životu.

Gdje su zlatne ptice ljudskih snova, preko kojih se to bezbrojnih mora i vrletnih planina do njih dolazi? Da li nam se ta duboka ?ežnja djetinje nerazumnosti posigurno javlja samo kao tužni znak izvezen na mahramama i na safijanskim koricama nepotrebnih knjiga?

Bila je druk?ija od njegove magli?aste vizije iz prvog susreta, stvarnija, bliža, odredjenija, ali time nije gubila ništa. Ona iz snova bila je mašta, magla njegovih zaludnih ?asova, i imala je nestalan oblik njegovih želja, a ova se nije mijenjala ni rasplinjavala. Stajala je pred njim uzdržana i gospodstvena, otkrivaju?i svakim svojim pokretom poneku osobinu koja je djelovala kao iznenadjenje

A uvijek izgleda lijepo ono sto se nije ostvarilo.

Nadnio sam se nad njeno lice i gledao duge sjenke trepavica na oblim, mekim jagodicama. Njen dragi lik je odgonio utvare iz sna, i prijete?e o?i iz jave. Imam nju, oni me se ne ti?u.

When I finally got to sleep I found Edmond and told him everything that happened, and he stayed with me for hours and whether I was dreaming or just borderline schizophrenic I didn't know and didn't care either. At

and Edmond blew smoke rings in the air and I closed my eyes and wished they were mine.

I always thought it was the saddest and most devastating ending. How you could have these enormous dreams that never get met. How without knowing it you could just make yourself smaller over time. I don't want that to happen to me.

Everyone knows how women soldier on, how women dream up blueprints, recipes, ideas for a better world, and then sometimes lose them on the way to the crib in the middle of the night, on the way to the Stop & Shop, or the bath. They lose them on the way to greasing the path on which their husband and children will ride serenely through life.

I might have things to look forward to again, things I can't even imagine yet.

She used to be really dynamic and exciting and filled with promise, but she's become this ordinary sort of boring person...I always thought it was the saddest and most devastating ending. How you could have these enormous dreams that never get met. How without knowing it you could just make yourself smaller over time. I don't want that to happen to me.

Everyone knows how women soldier on, how women dream up blueprints, recipes, ideas for a better world, and then sometimes lose them on the way to the crib in the middle of the night, on the way to Stop and Shop, or the bath. They lose them on the way to greasing the path on which their husband and children will ride serenely through life.

Everyone else seemed to be circling their desired careers, not inhabiting them yet.

How you could have these enormous dreams that never get met. How without knowing it you could just make yourself

Sometimes an alternative world is much better than the real one.

They knew each other most deeply through body-warmed sheets and the tangle of half dreams.