Quotes About Dreams

The smell of opium is the least stupid smell in the world.

Man is so made that when anything fires his soul, impossibilities vanish.

Rompre avec les choses réelles, écrit Chateaubriand, ce n'est rien. Mais rompre avec les souvenirs !… Le cœur se brise à la séparation des rêves. »

Als er iets mis gaat, (...) gaat mijn geest, zodra ik, maar even de tijd krijg, (...), aan het werk om mij de al te wrede werkelijkheid te maskeren. Zo snel mogelijk maak ik voor mezelf een wereld waarin ik hofjonker ben, prins, koning of scheepsjongen (...). Het is alsof een handle wordt overgehaald en een valluik zich opent, waardoor ik in een fantasiewereld stort die wraak neemt. (...) het kan ook zijn dat in het dromen mijn roeping ligt.

Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.

The danger was within itself: it was the crisis of confidence it was going through, the fear of being itself. When you considered them individually, French boys were as active and intelligent as ever. But they lacked the sort of shared hope and dreams which are the sign of health in a people. The fact that the celebrations for the 150th anniversary of the Revolution were only funeral commemorations revealed that weakness, that lifelessness. It was so clear

Or we of the tribe who delude ourselves into thinking the Orioles will one day win the World Series!

When we're young, and we dream of love and fulfillment, we think perhaps of moon-drenched Parisian nights or walks along the beach at sundown. No one tells us that the greatest moments of a lifetime are fleeting, unplanned and nearly always catch us off guard.

Beyond us I could see the mountains rising blue and hazy, and I knew I had only to cross them and keep on walking to catch up with all my dreams.

Ayla, I looked for you all my life and didn't know I was looking. You are everything I ever wanted, everything I ever dreamed of in a woman, and more. You are a fascinating enigma, a paradox. You are totally honest, open; you hide nothing: yet you are the most mysterious woman I've ever met.

Ah, if he could have plunged up into the clouds, so as to sweep thereon through the undulating heavens over the boundless earth!—ah, if he could have floated with the flower-fragrance over the flowers,—could have streamed with the wind over the summits, through the woods!

I don't like dreams or reality. I like when dreams become reality because that is my life.

I am very lucky because I am realizing my childhood dreams, and after presenting my shows it's like a party.

L'histoire n'est pas seulement celle des réalités concrètes : c'est aussi celle des idées, des sentiments, des regrets et des rêves.

God, that dumping ground of our dreams.

God, that checkroom of our dreams.

I don't believe that dreams tell what is to come, I think they are the things that are going on in our subconscious swimming to the surface while we are asleep.)

I think that the most necessary quality for any person to have is imagination.

Me gustaría ver el mundo entero, y algún día lo conseguiré... cuando sea una gran autora, pintora, actriz o cualquier otra cosa grande que llegue a ser. La vida errante me atrae mucho.

De toutes les industries de l'être humain, la navigation me parut la plus audacieuse. Chevaucher les flots, livrer son sort à l'errance du vent et aux turbulences des eaux, partir en direction de rien avec l'espoir, sinon la certitude, d'y rencontrer quelque chose, ces activités de marins me semblaient être le fruit de rêves plus fous encore que les miens.

À ce moment-là, je crois, j'ai pris conscience qu'aucune existence, si heureuse ou brillante fût-elle, ne me suffirait jamais. Il vient toujours un moment où le rêveur, qui d'ordinaire se croit heureux parce que ses songes l'emportent sans cesse ailleurs, prend conscience de son malheur.

comme beaucoup de Marseillais, les récits de voyages me comblaient plus que les voyages eaux-mêmes / come molti marsigliesi, i racconti di viaggi mi incantavano più dei viaggi stessi.

My diving bell becomes less oppressive, and my mind takes flight like a butterfly. There is so much to do. You can wander off in space or in time, set out for Tierra del Fuego or for King Midas's court. You can visit the woman you love, slide down beside her and stroke her still-sleeping face.

Perhaps all romance is like that; not a contract between equal parties but an explosion of dreams and desires that can find no outlet in everyday life. Only a drama will do and while the fireworks last the sky is a different colour.