Quotes About Dreams

Ah sweet city of my dreams Of speed and skill and schemes Like Atlantis you just disappeared from view And the hare upon the wire Has been burnt upon your pyre Like the black dog that once raced Out from trap two

Oh the torn up ticket stubs From a hundred thousand mugs Now washed away with dead dreams in the rain And the carparks going up And they're pulling down the pubs And its just another bloody rainy day

Ani felt a stirring, a hope, a winged thing waking up in her chest and brushing her heart with it's feathers.

Do you know the feeling you get when you are awakened in the middle of a dream? The dream story is still real and full of color, but the waking world is rushing back into your mind. And for a moment both worlds are true, and you cannot quite tell them apart.

Even stories need a chance to sleep.

Without hope, it was impossible to fantasize.

Don't let the inconsequential fairy tales stand in your way! You do what makes you happy, no matter what.

But man, can she snore," Cedar smiled wistfully, "Do you think when I become a real girl I'll be able to snore, too?

Life feels like fall of itself." "'A dream within a dream." "And I want to wake up.

Wonderland, Maddie had yet to see

Who am I fooling? Bad dreams never end. We just pretend they aren't there.

I don't think we have a future. I know we do. I want to marry you and have kids and be a stay-at-home writer dad while you take Boston journalism by storm. I want to wake up beside you every day for the rest of my life.

I was a medium-level juvenile delinquent from Newark who always dreamed about doing a movie. Someone said, "Hey, here's $7 million, come in and do this genie movie." What am I going to say, no? So I did it.

I am the woman at the water's edge, offering you oranges for the peeling, knife glistening in the sun. This is the scent and taste of my skin: citon and sweet. Touch me and your life will unfold before you, easily as this skirt billows then sinks, lapping against my legs, my toes filtering through the rivers silt. Following the current out to sea, I am the kind of woman who will come back to haunt your dreams, move through your humid nights the way honey swirls through a cup of hot tea

An Academy Award nomination is stuff dreams are made of.

We are perpetually invited to participate more consciously in the dep motion of faith, learning to wonder in a larger frame and awakening to bigger questions and larger dreams" p49

And they were writing scripts where Christine had hit the glass ceiling. And I always thought Christine would never hit the glass ceiling. I thought her dreams would take her. Maybe her dreams wouldn't take her where she wanted, but she still had her dreams.

Dear God, Help me build up and not tear down, to encourage and not discourage, and to fan the flames of hope rather than extinguish the sparks of a dream. Amen.

I am so thankful He sees our potential among the ruins and chooses to reignite our flame when the harsh winds of life try to extinguish our fire or the pressures of this world seem to snuff out our dreams.

During the day, memories could be held at bay, but at night, dreams became the devil's own accomplices.

If I ever prayed, as a child, for everlasting union, these were its shoes: one dew-licked kicked-off slipper of a being now flying, one sunrise-milk-green boot of the dead, which I wore, as I dreamed.

as he soars from the precipice edge, dreamy.

we cannot keep a line down for long, but must throw it up, out of us, for song, and in the middle of the night, as I sleep with my mouth open, your music sieves out onto the pillowcase, seeping sweets like a hive

Then every scene I thought of I visited accompanied by a death-spirit, everything was chilled with it, each time I woke, I lay in dreading bliss to feel and hear him sigh and snore.