Quotes About Dreams

There is a star up there with your name on it...reach man, reach.

Lui la guarda da pochi centimetri alla luce del mattino: con gli occhi chiusi, i capelli confusi dalla notte e dalle danze, l'aspetto di donna e di ragazzina. Gli sembra che i suoi lineamenti e le sue forme corrispondano con perfetta naturalezza a qualunque sogno abbia mai coltivato, colmino qualunque vuoto abbia mai provato.

Pre-baby I used to fantasize about winning the lottery, or becoming deliriously famous and rich. Now I fantasize about sleep. I fantasize about slumber the way guys fantasize about sex. Hours of it, days of it. Sleeping on the couch, on the bed, on the floor, wherever I can find a comfortable spot. It is almost illicit, so decadent and unimaginable, it now seems to sleep when I want, where I want, and for as long as I want.

She turns to Madden. "Please don't make me get in the car with her. I have dreams." Madden smiles. I wouldn't think he would have such a familiar repartee with someone with a purple mohawk. "I think Viva has a point; there's really no reason for me to drive." Viva and I both turn to Madden, each of us hoping he will call it a day. "Nice try, Paige. But you never know. Perhaps you'll learn something." "And perhaps YOU'LL learn something." "What is that supposed to mean?" "I don't know, actually.

Every one of us has the ability to dream, Fewer can turn dreams into reality.

Every one of us has the ability to dream, fewer can turn dreams into reality Andreas Simic

There are certain cities and certain areas of certain cities where the official language is dreams. Venice is one. And Paris. North Beach in San Francisco. Wenceslaus Square in Prague. And New Orleans, the city that dreams stories. Writers come and eavesdrop and take some of those stories with them, but these are just a few drops from a Mississippi river of stories.

Perhaps the most tragic thing about mankind is that we are all dreaming about some magical garden over the horizon, instead of enjoying the roses that are right outside today.

Andrew Clements

Belief in a better future is an amazing gift.

California is the end of an arc constructed over the dead who resisted it: all dreams, especially the terrible promise of an American one, seek a port, a jumping-off place, palms, ocean, a final stop. Do you fall back in earnest on the pop adage that anything is possible here? Come, and disappear.

Till tomorrow good sir one must but gaze at stars

Alguien me dijo que hay una sola cosa que no pueden quitarte aquí... Tus sueños.

Dreams decompose, darling, <...> like anything else. And they give off gases, some of which are poisonous and all of which are unpleasant, and so one goes away from the place in which the dreams were dreamed, and are now decomposing before your very eyes. Otherwise, you might die, dear, of monoxide poisoning.

By the time he arrived each evening at 245 Wall Street—where he typed up that day's documents for a patent lawyer he never saw—the financial district was as deserted as the floor of a factory after the whistle has blown, and men were scurrying home to their own erotic dreams. By the time he left, there was no one abroad but homosexuals and thieves, and it was with these he wandered.

We who cut mere stones must always be envisioning cathedrals. —Quarry worker's creed

We who cut mere stones must always be envisioning cathedrals.

I always knew I wanted to start my own line. Nights and weekends, I would work on my business plan.

I spent my whole teenage life trying to get to London and go to dance school, but when I got there, I couldn't wait to get to the clubs on weekends. I knew I wanted to make music.

This is what I've always wanted to do ever since I was a little girl. Coming from dance and theater and what was accessible to me in my hometown, it was all I did after school and on the weekends. The idea of making my hobby into my job was the ultimate quest.

My parents would take us to double-feature movies on the weekends, and I would just point at the screen and tell them that that's what I wanted to do.

I had very much wanted to be the very first black female editor-in-chief of 'Vogue.' Barring that, I wanted to work at 'Entertainment Weekly.'

There couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. They'd be dead in two weeks.

Then, for a hot three or four weeks I wanted to be a concert pianist.