Quotes About Dreams

Dreams are deformed reflections of ourselves - less stable and more ungraspable than we are, upon which we in our turn assume the right to reflect upon and to determine.

I love to work with the younger kids who are trying to live out their dreams, if in fact that's what they plan on doing after college to take the next step. A very select few have that opportunity so when you do have the opportunity you know, those guys take advantage of it.

College baseball, I love it. I love to work with the younger kids who are trying to live out their dreams, if in fact that's what they plan on doing after college to take the next step.

Because we are human, because we are bound by gravity and the limitations of our bodies, because we live in a world where the news is often bad and the prospects disturbing, there is a need for another world somewhere, a world where Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers live.

When I won in 2003, never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would win Wimbledon and have my kids seeing me lift the trophy, so this is pretty surreal. And yeah, I was almost shocked in the moment that it all came together so nicely.

To me, what I love about the draft is first, you see the young men who are realizing their dreams that they've worked so hard for. That's a pretty cool thing. You saw the emotion from some of these guys the other day. And then, the second thing is this total sense of hope and optimism. And, I think that's great for everybody.

Basketball, hockey and track meets are action heaped upon action, climax upon climax, until the onlooker's responses become deadened. Baseball is for the leisurely afternoons of summer and for the unchanging dreams.

Children love to be alone because alone is where they know themselves and where they dream.

Though we do not wholly believe it yet, the interior life is a real life, and the intangible dreams of people have a tangible effect on the world. —James Baldwin

Eneren, lyngens mor, er mitt tre. Den trenger ingen sommer, bare regn og sne. Fillet krone den løfter, ingen har hørt dens sus. Den har en lang, seig rot som kan gro av grus. Den bærer vind over skuldrene, skyene i sitt hår. Den kan stå i stormen. Knelende. Men den står. Kanskje den har en drøm i sindet: Det hvite ranunkel-bed der verden slutter og breene kommer ned. Av alle trær på jorden nærmest den store sne, breenes blinde sol. Å, var jeg som det.

And we'll be haunted by our unrealized dreams and know that we have sinned against ourselves gravely.

Someday" ("someday I'll do this, someday I'll do that") is a disease that will take your dreams to the grave with you.

If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. He will put some things behind, will pass an invisible boundary; new, universal, and more liberal laws will begin to establish themselves around and within him. —HENRY DAVID THOREAU, WALDEN

Quitting—whether a job or a habit—means taking a turn so as to be sure you're still moving in the direction of your dreams.

And I found myself falling off asleep, because in that half-awake state, one's sensibilities are blunted and happiness can still hover nearby...

E così della propria vita, delle proprie idee e dei propri sogni si fanno… degli aquiloni.»

Non vale la pena di vivere nulla che non sia un'opera d'immaginazione, sennò il mare sarebbe soltanto acqua salata…»

Literature "has always been the last refuge, in this world, for those who do not know where to lay their dreaming heads.

If there is one place on the face of earth where all the dreams of living men have found a home from the very earliest days when man began the dream of existence, it is India!

You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.

We were hooked when we woke. We had arms for each other. But I yearned to resume My dreams of another.

She called herself an angel, and wandered the world from girlhood till death. She lived every kind of life and dreamt every kind of dream. She was wild in her wandering, a drop of free water. She believed only in her life and in her dreams. She called herself an angel, and her god was Beauty.

In my errant life I roamed To learn the secrets of women and men, Of gods and dreams. I've known all the countries of our world, I've lived a thousand lives: Many lives I lived in love, Other lives I squandered. For in my life I never traveled, All I did was wander.

All I want in this life are three... a moonlit beach on the starlit sea, a breath of opium, and thee.