Quotes About Dreams

I won't take a real nap. I have this halfway place, a rest stop on the road to sleep, where I can stay for hours. I don't even need to close my eyes, just stay safe under the covers and breathe.

Maybe I'll be an artist if I grow up.

Too many grown ups tell kids to follow their dreams, like that's going to get them somewhere. Auntie Laurie says follow your nightmares instead. Because when you figure out what's eating you alive, you can slay it.

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When I was a real girl, my mother fed me her glass dreams one spoonful at a time. Harvard. Yale. Princeton. Duke. Undergrad. Med school. Internship, residency, God. She'd brush my hair and braid it with long words, weaving the Latin roots and Greek branches into my head so memorizing anatomy would come easy.

Maybe I'll be an artist if I grow up.

Mostly I watch the scary movies playing on the inside of my eyelids.

You've fallen in love with me. You want to have my babies. We'll get a team of horses and a covered wagon and we'll journey to South America and raise goats.

For one moment we are not failed tests and broken condoms and cheating on essays; we are crayons and lunch boxes and swinging so high our sneakers punch holes in the clouds. For one breath everything feels better.

Rich people scorn the way the poor buy lottery tickets, but what would you pay for an hour of untainted hope, of happiness unfettered? If the ticket had my mother's name on it I'd dance across minefields for the chance.

too many grown-ups tell kids to follow their dreams like that's going to get them somewhere Auntie Laurie says to follow your nightmares instead cuz when you figure out what's eating you alive you can slay it

I'm clutching my favorite record, More of the Monkees. I listened to that album incessantly, thinking that Davy Jones might "forget that girl" and find the kindergarten siren of his dreams. I look like a five-year-old mod with dark circles under her eyes.

Your unconscious mind takes the things you can't handle and plays with them while you sleep until some of the sharp corners are worn off.

Our inventions mirror our secret wishes.

One night he woke to the soughing of great wings and saw a bat-like creature with the head of a violin resting upon the bedrail.

Sad that our finest aspiration, Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.

Why is it that so many of us persist in thinking that autumn is a sad season? Nature has merely fallen asleep, and her dreams must be beautiful if we are to judge by her countenance.

If there were dreams to sell, Merry and sad to tell, And the crier rung his bell, What would you buy?

A shining isle in a stormy sea, We seek it ever with smiles and sighs; To-day is sad. In the bland To-be, Serene and lovely To-morrow lies.

My heart's with you, Bill, no matter how it turns out. My heart is with all of them, and I think that, even if we forget each other, we'll remember in our dreams.

When feeling sad, dream on! When feeling happy, dream on! You shall survive by means of your dreams!

No one wants to fail. So most of us don't even try. Sad. We don't even take that first step to improve our health or to deepen our working relationships or to realize a dream.

O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that I have bad dreams.

It is difficult to say what is impossible, for the dream of yesterday is the hope of today and the reality of tomorrow.