Quotes About Dreams

I knew what she was asking, of course. I'd been asking it myself a moment before. But I wasn't sure how you went from dreams to reality without the magic leaking out - or becoming too wild and powerful.

The Rusties had more than one dream ..... After the first crude city killers were invented... they were redesigned to send people into space. Death and hope in one machine

Everyone ugly was in bed by now.

I wanted to have a make-believe world because I couldn't bear to live in the real one.

And he sailed off through night and day And in and out of weeks And almost over a year To where the wild things are.

It is women who possess knowledge of dreams and of realms beyond the earthly experience.

When you set down the path to create art, whatever sort of art it is, understand that the path is neither short not easy. That means you must determine if the route is worth the effort. If it's not, dream bigger.

On top of this, if you do great work you gain the reward of knowing you're doing great work. Your day snaps into alignment with your dreams, and you no longer have to pretend you're mediocre. You're free to contribute.

Selling ice cream on the beach in the summer is easy. Raising people's expectations, engaging in their hopes and dreams, helping them see further—that's the difficult work we signed up for. From now on, your customers know more than you do about your competitors. And so your commodity work, no matter how much effort you put into it, is not enough.

Es posible aprender a ver cómo el ser humano sueña, decide y actúa. Y si ayudas a la gente a ser una mejor versión de sí misma, a ser la persona que quiere ser, serás un buen profesional del marketing.

Your work is a tree. The roots live in the soil of dreams and desires. Not the dreams and desires of everyone, simply those you seek to serve.

Levantó el pie. Le dolía con un dolor sordo, pesado... Esto era más que una fórmula. Él, en este momento, estaba a punto de pisotear lo más bello que había soñado en su vida, lo que había creído más puro, lo que llenaba el ideal y los sueños de los hombres...

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

Street sweepers were pulling their wide brooms down the road and the swish of their brooms filtered through the tail-end of her dreams.

Sometimes I can almost see around our heads, like gnats around a streetlight in summer, The children we could have, The glimmer of them.

We exercise kindness in any moment when we recognize our shared humanity—with all the hopes, dreams, joys, disappointments, vulnerability, and suffering that implies.

Nehru, speaking of his country's dreams, said: 'Those dreams are for India, but they are also for the world, for all the nations and peoples are too closely knit together today for any one of them to imagine that it can live apart. Peace has been said to be indivisible; so is freedom, so is prosperity now, and so also is disaster in this One World that can no longer be split into isolated fragments.' It

Dutch writer Ian Buruma saw as an attempt to remind the English 'of their collective dreams of Englishness, so glorious, so poignant, so bittersweet in the resentful seediness of contemporary little England.

I married the person who understood my heart & nourished my dreams. The end.

Imagination is the politics of dreams; imagination turns every word into a bottle rocket. . . . Imagine every day is Independence Day and save us from traveling the river changed; save us from hitchhiking the long road home. Imagine an escape. Imagine that your own shadow on the wall is a perfect door. Imagine a song stronger than penicillin. Imagine a spring with water that mends broken bones. Imagine a drum which wraps itself around your heart. Imagine a story that puts wood in the fireplace.

These are things you should learn. Your past is a skeleton walking one step behind you; your future is a skeleton walking one step in front of you. Maybe you don't wear a watch, but your skeletons do, and they always know what time it is. Now, these skeletons are made of memories, dreams, and voices. And they can trap you in the in-between, between touching and becoming. But they're not necessarily evil, unless you let them be.

Can you hear the dreams crackling like a campfire? Can you hear the dreams sweeping through the pine trees and tipis? Can you hear the dreams laughing in the sawdust? Can you hear the dreams shaking just a little bit as the day grows long? Can you hear the dreams putting on a good jacket that smells of fry bread and sweet smoke? Can you hear the dreams stay up late and talk so many stories?

And he only talks about his dreams with me. And I only talk about my dreams with him.

She went searching for her dreams, and she didn't find them, but she made the attempt.