Quotes About Dreams

But dreams are imagined. They are a work of the imagination.

No one should negotiate their dreams. Dreams must be free to fly high. No government, no legislature, has a right to limit your dreams. You should never agree to surrender your dreams.

Our dreams must be stronger than our memories. We must be pulled by our dreams, rater than pushed by our memories.

No one should negotiate their dreams. Dreams must be free to flee and fly high. No government, no legislature, has a right to limit your dreams. You should never agree to surrender your dreams.

We all have dreams. But in order to make dreams come into reality, it takes an awful lot of determination, dedication, self-discipline, and effort.

We all have dreams. In order to make dreams come into reality, it takes an awful lot of determination, dedication, self-discipline, and effort.

She dreams, she smiles and coos and does all these things, but she hasn't seen enough of the world yet to understand any of that stuff. So still feel like she's connected to the other world, or something. There's no other way to explain it. It's a miracle.

I love acting because it's this space where dreams can be realized, fantasy comes to life, and there are no limitations on what's possible.

Being human means yearning for more than subsistence. As much as food or shelter, we require hope.

a glimpse of utopia.

I know how you've always dreamed of an ordinary life, Caro, but why settle for ordinary when what we've got could be extraordinary? And I don't mean where and how we live. I mean being together, being friends, loving each other and trusting each other and being there for each other. We're so lucky to have found someone we can that that with. That's what's extraordinary.

I love watching people's dreams come true.

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Fantazie a sny jsou za?átkem mnoha skutk? a nic by nebylo horÅ¡í než je podce?ovat a snícímu brát odvahu k nim. Jde o to, jaký druh fantazií máme - zda nás vedou vpÃ…â"¢ed, anebo zda nás drží v Ã…â"¢etÄ›zech neproduktivnosti.

Sweet dreams though the guns are booming.

Little by little things began to assume a new aspect. The sense of insecurity vanished, words came of themselves, I was no longer so painfully conscious of everything I said. I drank on and felt the great soft wave approach and embrace me; the dark hour began to fill with pictures and stealthily the noiseless procession of dreams appeared again superimposed on the dreary, grey landscape of existence.

We have our dreams because without them we could not bear the truth.

To be alone—the eternal refrain of life. It wasn't better or worse than anything else. One talked too much about it. One was always and never alone. A violin, suddenly—somewhere out of a twilight—in a garden on the hills around Budapest. The heavy scent of chestnuts. The wind. And dreams crouched on one's shoulders like young owls, their eyes becoming lighter in the dusk. A night that never became night. The hour when all women were beautiful.

And in the night you realize, when you wake out of a dream, overcome and captivated by the enchantment of visions that crowd in on each other, just how fragile a handhold, how tenuous a boundary separates us from darkness - we are little flames, inadequately sheltered by thin walls from the tempest of dissolution and insensibility in which we flicker and are often all but extinguished. Then the muted sounds of battle surrounds us, and we creep into ourselves and stare wide-eyed into the night.

Love, he thought. That too is love. The old miracle. It not only casts a rainbow of dreams against the gray sky of facts—it also sheds romantic light upon a heap of dung—a miracle and a mad mockery. Suddenly he had the strange feeling of having become, in a remote way, an accomplice.

A man dreams of a miracle and wakes up to loaves of bread.

Peace, a fireplace, books, silence ... Before this was seen as one philistinism. Now these are dreams of a lost paradise.

The facts of life are simple and trivial. Only our imagination gives life to them. It makes the laundry pole of facts a flagstaff of dreams.

?ovek se hvata samo u svojim vlastitim snovima - a nikad u tu?im. ?ovek se hvata ili gubi.