Quotes About Dreams

Life is more Easy with a Little Hope and Big Dreams.

In my Dreams i'm with You in real Life I cannot Get You. In mijn dromen ben ik met Jou maar in het echte Leven kan ik niet met Jou zijn.

Sometimes we don't believe what we see, another time We no want to see something, but there is a Time we are happy to see Something. Happy day my Friend I know I'm crazy, but in my Dreams I'm happy and that nobody can buy. Jan Jansen

If we Not can fulfill our Dream is no Problem, Tomorrow we will have Another One

If we travel in our Dreams It's Possible to Go Everywhere, But don't forget to take me with You, BeCause i'm a Dreamer.

All know what we want to have or where to Go, But nobody Knows his real Destination in Life.

We all know in our mind what we want, but nobody know exactly what we Get.

A Dream bring us to the most Beautiful Places.

In Nightly Dreams our most Wonders Happen in Daily Life we Must Create the Miracles Ourselves.

Thank you God for so many dreams coming true. Thank you for everything. Even confusion and hard decisions.

Alice likes to swing as high as she can. At the schoolyard on the big swings there, I think maybe she's going to go all the way over the top. I can read her mind when she swings. I know she's thinking about jumping out and flying away when she swings that high. Flying to California. She doesn't say anything about it.

De steeds weer terugkerende dagdroom in mijn jeugd was, vooral op wasdag, om rijk te worden en dan voor mijn moeder een lieflijk landelijk paradijs aan te schaffen waar onder het loverzwaar geboomte op het mollige gras tientallen jonge vrouwen in luchtige zomerjurkjes met kittige schortjes om de was voor haar deden in blinkend gegalvaniseerde wasteiltjes en op bijna schertsachtige wasbordjes die de allure hadden van rococo-harpjes.

De muze moet je bed niet genaken, maar ze moet een hersenschim blijven waar je achteraan jaagt, een onbereikbare Dulcinea.

I followed shortly after, but even a long, hot shower didn't bring on the sleep I'd really hoped for. Quite simply, I had too much on my mind. So much that it raced from one problem to another, in a vicious cycle that had me tossing and turning in between small bouts of sleep with vivid, strange dreams. I awakened feeling more tired than I had when I'd gone to bed, and that was saying a lot given the day I'd had before.

I dreamed night after night that everyone in the world was dead excepting myself, and that upon me rested the responsibility of making a wagon wheel.

There is a little dull ache for Oblomov and his dreams. Man does not live by bread alone, not even by the most wholesome bread punctually served. There is dream-stuff as well as bread-stuff. Sometimes man's strength is to sit still.

But castles in the air were founded on such hopes.

My family has very strong women. My mother never laughed at my dream of Africa, even though everyone else did because we didn't have any money, because Africa was the 'dark continent', and because I was a girl.

When I look back over my life it's almost as if there was a plan laid out for me - from the little girl who was so passionate about animals who longed to go to Africa and whose family couldn't afford to put her through college. Everyone laughed at my dreams. I was supposed to be a secretary in Bournemouth.

Every time my dreams threaten to become reality, something always happens and I end up alone.

I know I shouldn't be writing haiku now, so close to my death. But poetry is all I've thought of for over fifty years. When I sleep, I dream about hurrying down a road under morning clouds or evening mist. When I awaken I'm captivated by the mountain stream's interesting sounds or the calls of wild birds. Buddha called such attachment wrong, and of this I am guilty. But I cannot forget the haiku that have filled my life.

Drei Drachen kriechen in meinen Schlaf, die Seele woll'n sie lebendig zum Fraß. Feurigen Atems, gespaltener Zunge genießen sie jeden Mahl. Three dragons creep into my sleep, the spirit wanting life in its repast. Fiery breaths, flicking tongues relishing every meal.

Don't deny the dreams. They're a gift given to make your life full. Accept them. Reach for them. We are not here just to endure hard times until we die. We are here to live, to serve, to trust, and to create out of our longings.

There were nights when, lying awake on the fringes of Derian's latest encampment and invigorated by the coolness that came with the dark, she fought back the urge to get up and go just a bit farther. When the wolf-woman slept, she dreamed of her impatience.