Quotes About Dreams

And sometimes she would dream again of being Namakaokahai'i, her waves rolling across burled coral beds, scattering moonlight, cresting higher and higher the farther she traveled over the reef. She was a colossus of water and motion soaring toward the black crescent of 'Awahuua Bay, her soul perched on the curling lip of the wave, riding it in the only way she could now; she felt the mana, the power in her waves, felt the rumble in her ocean depths.....

What you love to do the most is the shortest distance between where you are now and your dreams.

If you want to build a ship, don't summon people to buy wood, prepare tools, distribute jobs, and organize the work, rather teach people the yearning for the wide, boundless ocean. Antoine de Saint-Exupery A

In a world of shifting past, these memories are wheat in wind, fleet in dreams, shapes in clouds. Events, once happened, lose reality, alter with a glance, a storm, a night. In time, the past never happened.

His dreams have taken hold of his research. His dreams have worn him out, exhausted him so that he sometimes cannot tell whether he is awake or asleep.

For you are life, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg; the clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerprints most clearly.

You are life, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg; the clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerprints most clearly.

Come...dry your eyes, for you are life, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond dreams of Heisenberg; the clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerprints most clearly.

Come, dry your eyes, for you are LIFE, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg; the clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerprints most clearly. Dry your eyes, and let's go home.

somewhere without all the bad dreams trapped like astral rising damp in the foundations.

Come...Dry your eyes, for you are life, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg; the clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerprints most clearly.

Mapas têm POTÊNCIA; se adequadamente decifrados, geram uma riqueza inestimável de saber. Codificados nas pedras desta cidade estão símbolos cujo trovejar basta para despertar os deuses adormecidos e submersos no leito oceânico dos sonhos. Para o melhor ou o pior.

Then I was working in a store in Newark, New Jersey, and I saw an actor in person, and I got so excited. My whole day changed. That's when I decided to challenge myself to make my dreams become a reality.

I was watching TV at age 9 or 10, and my mom said that I came from the front room and I told her that I want to act. And she said if you want to do this at 18, then you can. It was a very simple story, yet, I do not even remember the conversation that I had with my mother. Until she reminded me of the story many years later.

I was working at the store on the Sony studios in Culver City. And I was literally holding a shirt when they came in and told me I'd got the part! It just shows dreams do come true.

I lived there as a boy and know the coalGlittering in its shed, late-afternoonLambency informing the deal table,The ceiling cradled in a radiant spoon.I must be lying low in a room there,A strange child with a taste for verse,While my hard-nosed companions dream of fireAnd sword upon parched veldt and fields of rain-swept gorse.

Death is its own best friend, and our dreams know it.

Jesus. I had a dream last night too. You had. I dreamt that my Grandma had just died yesterday. Dear God. And she had died long before I was born. He looked at me with astounded eyes, and felt his neck, and then he patted my knee. Aisy son, he said. Why did I dream her? Because you never met her. The dead you never met die a little bit every day in your head.

What makes us dream of some things and not others? Why might we pick up on a trivial event from the day and not something more important? Would it be possible to have someone dream of specific subjects by subtly suggesting those ideas?

Everybody at some level believes in it. It's a deeply seductive image. The image that we all want, as oppressed people, is an image of our masters finally loving us and recognizing our humanity. It is this image that keeps prostitutes with their pimps, the colonized with their colonizers and battered women with their batterers. Everybody dreams of one day being safe.

I]t seems to be just as foolish to say, 'I imagine, in order to understand more clearly what I am,' as to say, 'I am now clearly awake and I see something true, but because I do not yet see it clearly enough I shall fall asleep so that my dreams will represent it to me more truly and clearly.

All of my dreams or hunted by nightmares; yet I have boundless visions that are worth millions. -MillYentei

When we see the face of a child, we think of the future. We think of their dreams about what they might become, and what they might accomplish.

From imagination comes our vision of the world, our vision of our future, and most importantly our vision of ourselves, who we are and what we want to be.