Quotes About Dreams

It is sad to see a young man's fondest hopes and dreams shattered when the rose-colured veil is plucked away and he sees the actions and feelings of men for what they are. But he still has the hope of replacing his old illusions with others, just as fleeting, but also just as sweet.

He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace

The graveyard is the richest place on earth, because it is here that you will find all the hopes and dreams that were never fulfilled, the books that were never written, the songs that were never sung, the inventions that were never shared, the cures that were never discovered, all because someone was too afraid to take that first step, keep with the problem, or determined to carry out their dream.

Too many of us are not living our dreams because we are living our fears.

If you take responsibility for yourself you will develop a hunger to accomplish your dreams.

Live out of your imagination instead of out of your memory.

Shoot for the moon, because even if you miss you miss, you'll land in the stars.

Too many of us are not living our dreams because we are living out fears.

When I was your age, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes, I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast

up above the world you fly, like a tea tray in the sky...

A dream is not reality but who's to say which is which?

And ever, as the story drained The wells of fancy dry, And faintly strove that weary one To put the subject by, The rest next time-- It is next time! The Happy voice cry. Thus grew the tale of Wonderland

Alice! A childish story take, And with a gentile hand Lay it where Childhood dreams are twined In memory's mystic band, Like pilgrim's withered wreath of flowers Pluck'd in a far off land.

Sometimes, I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast." – Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll

And is not that a Mother's gentle hand that undraws your curtains, and a Mother's sweet voice that summons you to rise? To rise and forget, in the bright sunlight, the ugly dreams that frightened you so when all was dark.

Wonderland, though

What mattered it to her just then that the rushes had begun to fade and to lose all their scent and beauty, from the very moment that she picked them? Even real scented rushes, you know, last only a very little while-- and these, being dream-rushes, melted away almost like snow, as they lay in heaps at her feet-- but Alice hardly noticed this, there were so many other curious things to think about.

I don't like belonging to another person's dream

Rabbit-Hole Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting

Children yet, the tale to hear, Eager eye and willing ear, Lovingly shall nestle near. In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream— Lingering in the golden gleam— Life, what is it but a dream?

First, she dreamed of little Alice herself, and once again the tiny hands were clasped upon her knee, and the bright eager eyes were looking up into hers--she could hear the very tones of her voice, and see that queer little toss of her head to keep back the wandering hair that would always get into her eyes--and still as she listened, or seemed to listen, the whole place around her became alive the strange creatures of her little sister's dream.

I look for butterflies That sleep among the wheat: I make them into mutton-pies, And sell them in the street. I sell them unto men." ; "But I was thinking of a way To feed oneself on batter, And so go on from day to day Getting a little fatter." ; "In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream— Lingering in the golden gleam— Life, what is it but a dream?

Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.