Quotes About Dreams

También de este lado hay sueños. On this side, too, there are dreams.

También de este lado hay sueños.

Childhood is the sleep of reason.

Since I was seventeen I thought I might be a star. I'd think about all my heroes, Charlie Parker, Jimi Hendrix... I had a romantic feeling about how these people became famous.

Skye picked her up and tucked her in next to Batty, who now stirred and murmured a few words that sounded like "bee" and "sharp." This made no sense to Skye—and then she wondered if Rosalind had ever gone around at night listening to her sisters talking in their sleep. How strange. But Skye had nothing to worry about. She was certain that anything she herself said would be more interesting than boys' names or bees.

Simplement, nous ne nous résignons pas à renoncer aux promesses que l'enfance nous a faites.

They also remind us of the importance of the imagination.

Wish for nothing so much that you forget to make it come true.

The ways of happiness and meaning are not the same. To find happiness, a man need only live in the moment; he need only live for the moment. But if he wants meaning—the meaning of his dreams, his secrets, his life—a man must reinhabit his past, however dark, and live for the future, however uncertain. Thus nature dangles happiness and meaning before us all, insisting only that we choose between them.

I have this notion that maybe this world is the hell of the angels. That maybe we're creatures with angels exiled in our souls, banished to this godawful existence, howling in despair...and all those beautiful dreams we have are only the ravings of those angels, their screams in our animal minds.

I have this notion that maybe this world is the hell of the angels. That maybe we're creatures with angels exiled in our souls, banished to this godawful existence, crying in despair… and all those fancy frigging dreams we have are only the cries of those poor old angels, their screams in our animal minds

Let them laugh and point. You are a yogi of traffic jams and discarded apple cores, aloneness and impossibly blue winter skies, a yogi of broken dreams, mad with truth and devotion and inexplicable joy, and you cannot be saved now.

Nobody, it seemed, was making the money he'd thought he would make, inhabiting the home he'd thought he would inhabit, doing the thing he'd thought he would do in life. Nobody was fulfilling the dreams harbored on graduation day almost ten years earlier.

Nobody succeeds beyond his or her wildest expectations unless he or she begins with some wild expectations. — Ralph Charell

I'll be famous one day, but for now I'm stuck in middle school with a bunch of morons." - Greg Heffley,

Youre gonna grow up and marry some ice cream! Haha!

After the presentations, we had to fill out these questionnaires. The first question was, 'Where do you see yourself in fifteen years?' I know EXACTLY where I will be in fifteen years: in my pool, at my mansion, counting my money. But there weren't any check boxes for THAT option.

I would go to bed every night and have dreams about having a time machine and somehow I'd have the ability to move through time and space freely, and save Anne Frank.

And when you give up your dreams, an important part of who you are dies with them, and so does that which makes you unique.

You are either going for your dreams or giving up your dreams. Stretching for what you could be, or settling for what you are.

make a simple roadmap for each one, consisting of three elements: 1) your dreams for that area, expressed as goals—specific, vivid, and with a timeline; 2) a simple plan to start (and when I say simple think: "find Germans"); and 3) one simple daily discipline that you will commit to doing each and every day from now on.

Write your dreams down; make them vivid and specific; give them a concrete timeline for realization;

We are all either building our own dreams or building somebody else's. To put a sharper point on it, we're either building our own dreams - or building our nightmares.

If I could understand everything the way I do now, I could make it all--and then it just stopped. Leaving me with that feeling like when you figure out something brilliant and profound in a dream, but you wake up, and all you remember is that you knew this amazing thing, and now it's just out of reach.