Quotes About Dreams

If you follow every dream, you might get lost.

I have a friend I've never seen He hides his head inside a dream Someone should call him and see if he can come out. Try to lose the down that he's found. But only love can break your heart Try to be sure right from the start Yes only love can break your heart What if your world should fall apart?

If there are dreams about a beautiful South Africa, there are also roads that lead to their goal. Two of these roads could be named Goodness and Forgiveness.

A winner is a dreamer who never gives up.

Every year for New Years I write down all of my goals and dreams and put them in my Bible. At the end of the year I go and pull the paper out and check this off and check that off.

Sleep is the time when the male or conscious mind turns from the world of sense to seek its lover or subconscious self.

One dreamer puts a medal on another dreamer, and they do not know it. It is only the awakening that is important. Awakening and doing the will of God. God's will is in you active as your own Imagination, and His will is to realize the imaginal state. To realize something novel as this lady did or to maintain something to maintain in being, or to let things go that you feel are unlovely. I will do it all and only act, and stop

Imagination is not entirely untrammelled and free to move at will without any rules to constrain it. In fact, the contrary is true. Imagination travels according to habit. Imagination has choice, but it chooses according to habit. Awake or asleep, man's imagination is constrained to follow certain definite patterns. It is this benumbing influence of habit that man must change; if he does not, his dreams will fade under the paralysis of custom.

Pray fIor my soul, more things are wrought bX prayer than this world dreams of -- Tennyson

Make believe – great wonders are possible.

Allora, come va il tuo libro, Ruth?' mi ha chiesto Timmy. 'Ruth vuol fare la scrittrice' ha spiegato a Packy. In realtà io non volevo fare la scrittrice, volevo fare la lettrice , aspirazione assai più rara. Ma sai com'è, una cosa tira l'altra.

some things, most things in my experience, are more vivid when you haven't seen them

He had no intention of writing. He loved reading, that was all. And he read books that he thought so far beyond anything that he himself could dream of achieving that any thought of writing instantly evaporated into the certainty of failure.

John Lennon says that "living is easy with eyes closed." I want to close my eyes. I want to close my eyes so badly.

I wake in the night. Or sometimes I don't wake in the night. It hardly seems to make a difference.

A good accountant or financial adviser is a kind of artist. You can turn people's money into the most amazing creative possibilities, things they would never have dreamed of.

Make no small plans for they have no power to stir the soul.

Technology isn't what makes us "post-human" or "transhuman," as some writers and scholars have recently suggested. It's what makes us human. Technology is in our nature. Through our tools we give our dreams form. We bring them into the world. The practicality of technology may distinguish it from art, but both spring from a similar, distinctly human yearning.

But as the web matured during the late 1990s, the dreams of a digital awakening went unfulfilled. The net turned out to be more about commerce than consciousness, more mall than commune. And when the new millennium arrived, it brought not a new age but a dispiritingly commonplace popping of a bubble of earthly greed.

On Halloween, witches come true; Wild ghosts escape from dreams. Each monster dances in the park....

When you are having difficulties, a single attack of "Yeahbut maybe I should compromise a little for the sake of practicality" can bring an inglorious end to the fulfillment of your dream.

A European war! Millions of lives! Often I had been astonished by my friend's amazing powers, but never had I seen him infer so much on the basis of so little. And, great heavens, what if it should prove true? I do not know how Freud passed that night, but my dreams surpassed my waking fears. The gay and colourful city of Johann Strauss was no longer revolving to the stately strains of his waltzes, but swirling to the shriek of a terrible nightmare.

Maybe she has wasted her life dreaming about something that was never entirely real.

These what-if equations have kept her life static since adolescence. And if life proves one thing, it's that the best laid plans don't necessarily lead to the best results.