Quotes About Dreams

On peut tout te prendre ; tes biens, tes plus belles années, l'ensemble de tes joies, et l'ensemble de tes mérites, jusqu'à ta dernière chemise – il te restera toujours tes rêves pour réinventer le monde que l'on t'a confisqué.

qui reve trop oublie de vivre" dieu n'habite pas la havane. p 9

qui rêve trop oublie de vivre" p:9

Giorni miei Solo a sera m'è dato assistere alla deposizione della luce, quando la vita, ormai senza rimedio, è perduta. Mio convoglio funebre di ogni notte: emigrazione di sensi, accorgimenti delle ore tradite, intanto che lo spirito è rapito sotto l'acutissimo arco dell'esistenza: l'accompagna una musica di indicibile silenzio. Invece dovere ogni mattina risorgere sognare sempre impossibili itinerari.

Patience often surrenders to time, and dreams go unfulfilled - act as if time is fleeting, as it is.

Remember what I said about worlds," Nettie said, "and time. You have said it yourself – I heard it like a whisper on the wind. It is all dreams within dreams. That is the real secret. Time is not made up of one long string, but of layers.

The problem with telling people that they can do anything they want to do is that it is objectively, factually inaccurate. Otherwise the whole world would just be ballet dancers and pop stars.

When you reach for the stars, you may not quite get one, but you won't come up with a handful of mud either.' Pursuit

Leo Burnett said it better, 'When you reach for the stars, you may not quite get one, but you won't come up with a handful of mud either.

O Christ, Son of the Living God, May Your holy angels guard our sleep. May they watch over us as we rest And hover around our beds. . . . May no dreams disturb our rest And no nightmares darken our dreams. . . . May the virtue of our daily work Hallow our nightly prayers. May our sleep be deep and soft, So our work be fresh and hard. Amen. —PATRICK OF IRELAND (c. 387–c. 460)

You are afraid, afraid of your dreams, your dreams which were once your friends, your best friends, are now your enemies, your worst enemies.

And I am still haunted by all the things I could have been.

Back in my muddy clothes at the door of my room, swallowing pills and lighting cigarettes, wanting to sleep but not wanting to dream, thinking this'll be the day that I die, pictures of Paula waving bye bye.

Most of the people I knew were doing one thing but considered themselves to be something else: all the waitresses I knew were really actresses, all the Xeroxers in the Xerox place were really novelists, all the receptionists were artists.

Winnie trusted in the possibility of redemption. Life would not end in an apoplectic implosion of frustrated desires, foiled schemes, and defeated dreams, but rather in revealed glory.

And Charlie, don't forget about what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he ever wanted. He lived happily ever after.

Mind can easily explain matter. Matter cannot explain mind at all. How do you get to mind from mindless matter? It's impossible. But mind can create "matter", or what passes as matter, routinely. It does it every time we dream.

The astounding creativity of the unconscious mind is apparent from its ability to produce our incredible and exhilarating dreams. It's amazing how many people take their dreams for granted and don't stop to consider how extraordinary dreaming is, and how much work goes into producing a dream. Think of the time, effort, personnel and cost that goes into producing a Hollywood blockbuster. A dream can do something even better on the hoof, night after night.

Novelists get spooked by a blank page, yet the unconscious mind can create amazing, creative dreams from scratch every night. It never has writer's block. It's never stuck when it comes to thrilling storytelling.

The odd thing about recurring dreams is that, no matter how many times you dream the same thing, it always takes you by surprise.

I came at age in the '60s, and initially my hopes and dreams were invested in politics and the movements of the time - the anti-war movement, the civil rights movement. I worked on Bobby Kennedy's campaign for president as a teenager in California and the night he was killed.

Boys dream of war. But men can dream of peace.

On his early decision to become an actor: "I was very small, about 3 or 4 I think, and just wanted to be the people on telly telling these wonderful stories. Obviously the idea grew and matured with me but I can't ever remember wanting to do anything else. I've just sort of taken it for granted all my life that that was what I would do.

Two struggling musicians, always broke, forever hopeful.