Quotes About Dreams

drugged their despair with Thunderbird and buried their dead visions and dreams in the alley behind the Pastime, ignorant of the God at work beneath their emptiness.

Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.

Falling asleep. Waking up.

It was incredible, this human capacity for learning, for hope, for love, that persisted like to box of light in my cell, the waters that flowed in my dreams. It was beyond my understanding. Tears came as I surrendered to this wonderment of being.

Without having to confine my dreams to the destiny outlined in one's name and the expectations bestowed during one's naming, I was left free to embrace the natural turns of my character and to determine my own future, drawing from the deepest well on unnamed possibilities.

Io sono abituato a cibarmi di nuvole e lontananza

Know, Goodwife, that Faerie is shaped by storytellers. Their fantasies, their dreams give my realm life. We were dying, all of us, from the smallest nixie to highborn sidhe, for want of a storyteller.

This is the year that everyone is trying to fly around the world in a balloon. I don't know why.

A sweet thing, for whatever time,to revisit in dreams the dear dead we have lost.

Do we, holding that gods exist, deceive ourselves with unsubstantiated dreams, and lies, while random careless chance and change alone rule the world

A sweet thing, for whatever time,to revisit in dreams the dear dad we have lost.

I want to travel. Maybe I'll end up living in Norway, making cakes.

What the devil are you doing here?" continued the earl, his customary good manners quite banished by the shock of seeing this girl whose treachery had not prevented her from haunting his dreams, sleeping and waking, ever since she had gone.

Every night I had nightmares. I dreamed of rats the size of cats, dead bodies, and needles stuck into me. After we found out that the Nazi's had made soup out of Jewish fat, I dreamed that soap bars spoke to me in the voices of my parents and sisters, asking me, "Why are you washing with us?

So I am saying to you, whoever is reading this book, to remember: never ever give up. You can survive and make your dreams come true.

The truth was the dreams she'd been having for the past half year about the muscular stranger with glowing, amber-gold eyes had become progressively more disturbing. He was her nighttime visitor every time she closed her eyes. Liv had even named him—inside her head she called him "the dark man." For

I always wanted to have my own album recorded and released before I graduated high school.

I always wanted to have my own album released before I graduated from high school.

I think one of the keys to better writing is releasing all of your ideas and to not be afraid. Dream big. This could be the greatest novel in the world you know.

When I started writing 'My Struggle,' my father was still an issue: someone I had in me every day, someone I would dream about - he was still a part of me. He was such a huge figure for me, and now he is just one among many, and that feels like a relief.

I'm particularly proud of my reluctance to share my dreams with anyone.

The Columbia is lost, but the dreams that inspired its crew remain with us.

People have to remain positive and believe in those dreams. It's really important.

Sometimes I wish I had remained in little theater.