Quotes About Dreams

Money can take you many places, but imagination can take you anywhere.

I just have a feeling," Dortmunder said. "This is turning into one of those dreams where you keep running down the same corridor and you never get anywhere.

The British story of Peter Pan is about a boy who never grows up and plays all day.

The problem with unfilled dreams is that they give us tunnel vision. We focus on ourselves, and that can be depressing and discouraging place to look.

Follow your passion, be prepared to work hard and sacrifice, and, above all, don't let anyone limit your dreams.

Flash Floods are about as predictable as a crazy dream after one too many fish tacos - one minutes you're fine, and the next minute a moose is floating past you wearing a fishing hat and ladies' pajamas.

And without belief, dreams don't manifest into tangible reality.

Take a moment to ask yourself, "What do I want to be, have, and do?" Suspend any doubts and fears about being unrealistic, and pretend that a philanthropist will finance any ambition you have. Write down detailed descriptions about your ideal life—everything from your dream house, to your ideal relationship, to relaxation and play time, to your perfect career choice.

Don't just wish for your dreams to come true, but passionately want them! Don't just hope for your dreams, but know they are coming to you right this minute! Don't fear that good things only happen to other people, but know that good is for everyone, including you! Don't just request that your divine path come true.

Bottom line: Refuse to accept negative ideas about what you can't accomplish or what's impossible. Don't even talk to negative people while your dreams are still in the fragile incubation stage!

Until your desires are specific and completely clear, you won't be happy with the results they bring. You've got to fill in all the blanks in your description of a dream life—or risk having others fill in those blanks for you. Leave nothing to chance, and decide on everything you want.

We use our parents like recurring dreams, to be entered into when needed.

Dreams made your eyes sparkle over the possibilities of doing something new and exciting. Reality made the rest of you break a sweat in panic.

Dreams made your eyes sparkle over the possibilities of doing something new and exciting. Reality made the rest of you break a sweat in panic. I was terrified.

And, beside the innumerable purely subjective advantages, there are the rich objective rewards. A dream-picture brings no buyer, a dream-plan no dividends, a fantasied book is followed by no royalty statements. Crass as this may sound in a world which spends a great deal of its breath in persuading futilitarians that they have chosen the better part, it is the literal truth and stands for a truth still greater.

As Dorothy Canfield Fisher says in her excellent little book for parents and teachers, Self-Reliance, "Success or failure in adult life depends largely on the energy, courage and self-reliance with which one attacks the problem of making his dreams come true. Self-confidence in any enterprise comes as a rule from remembrance of past success.

Those who are still slaves to dreams, to the Will to Fail, are made uncomfortable by the sight of anyone who is breaking free.

Even with her beside him, dreams drove him fretfully to the surface of the night. Too often. She too was restless. For he heard her stirring each time he half-awakened, heard her breath of wakefulness, not sleep.

You can't say, I won't write today because that excuse will extend into several days, then several months, then... you are not a writer anymore, just someone who dreams about being a writer.

As Dostoevski said: 'Love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared with love in dreams.

Love in action is harsh and dreadful when compared to love in dreams.

People need dreams, there's as much nourishment in 'em as food.

If wild my breast and sore my pride, I bask in dreams of suicide, If cool my heart and high my head I think 'How lucky are the dead.

If wild my breast and sore my pride, I bask in dreams of suicide, If cool my heart and high my head I think 'How lucky are the dead.