Quotes About Dreams

You've been most happy; you've drawn a prize such as your wildest dreams could not have fancied. Had some elfish legend made you the heroine of a fairy's favour, who showered down blessings, could the tale have given a gift more precious than Count Upsel's love?

The theatre will never find itself again except by furnishing the spectator with the truthful precipitates of dreams, in which his taste for crime, his erotic obsessions, his savagery, his chimeras, his utopian sense of life and matter, even his cannibalism, pour out on a level not counterfeit and illusory, but interior. […] If theatre wants to find itself needed once more, it must present everything in love, crime, war and madness.

Friendship is an obstetric art; it draws out our richest and deepest resources; it unfolds the wings of our dreams and hidden indeterminate thoughts; it serves as a check on our judgements, tries out our new ideas, keeps up our ardor, and inflames our enthusiasm.

Nothing is what rocks dream about

science fiction is something that could happen - but usually you wouldn't want it to. Fantasy is something that couldn't happen - though often you only wish that it could.

Much blood has also been spilled on the carpet in attempts to distinguish between science fiction and fantasy. I have suggested an operational definition: science fiction is something that COULD happen - but usually you wouldn't want it to. Fantasy is something that COULDN'T happen - though often you only wish that it could.

Could we go into your room? she asked. I knew it. I knew it, he said, spinning around and sliding quickly toward his door. It's finally happend, just like in dreams. An intelligent, beautiful woman is going to declare her undying affection

science fiction is something that could happen—but usually you wouldn't want it to. Fantasy is something that couldn't happen—though often you only wish that it could.

We can be sure of tale; We can only pray for genius

We can be sure of talent; We can only pray for genius

A fin-de-siècle philosopher had once remarked—and been roundly denounced for his pains—that Walter Elias Disney had contributed more to genuine human happiness than all the religious teachers in history. Now, half a century after the artist's death, his dreams were still proliferating across the Florida landscape.

entre tandas de incierto dormitar y temerosa espera, estaban naciendo las pesadillas de generaciones aún por ser.

Los sueños proveen un necesario escape para todo el mundo.

Quiero que siempre lleves la cabeza bien alta y que persigas tus sueños, sean cuáles sean. No le hagas caso a la gente que quiera hacerte daño, no permitas que te hagan llorar. Escucha lo que te dice tu corazón para ser mejor que los otros. Nadie consigue nada hiriendo a los demás. La felicidad siempre proviene del interior. Vive tu vida como tú quieras vivirla y así serás feliz. Siempre. Eso es lo más importante, Torimou. (Theron)

But old dreams never really died. They were always there, living as regrets for what might have been

It was something Brynna had done a report on in school last year. At the time he'd thought it stupid, but he finally got it. Visualization. In order to make something happen, to become something else, you had to see it clearly in your mind. That was the first step of achieving success. Vague dreams never amounted to anything. Only those that were fully seen could manifest.

You see, the thing about dreams is that it's never really too late to make them come true.

You can go anywhere in the whole world you want to go in a book.

I do not like to remember that trip. Not that I was awake for much of it--for which I am grateful. I kept sliding in and out of consciousness, and believe me, the outs were much more welcome than the ins.

Rain The rain keeps falling, Even in my dreams. The skull leaks badly. There's a constant dripping Down the back. The rain, which no one Remembers starting, Keeps falling, Even on the finest days.

I spent nine years living in a graveyard of dead dreams, pretending it was Cinderella's castle. If that's not sad enough to cry over, I don't know what is.

She wants her cup of stars.

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

On the main street of one village she passed a vast house, pillared and walled, with shutters over the windows and a pair of stone lions guarding the steps, and she thought that perhaps she might live there, dusting the lions each morning and patting their heads good night.