Quotes About Dreams

The life of a woman may be divided into three epochs; in the first she dreams of love, in the second she makes love in the third she regrets it.

A feeling of disquiet continues to haunt me. As a youth one dreams of love; by the time one wakes, it is too late.

The torment that so many young women know, bound hand and foot by love and motherhood, without having forgotten their former dreams.

Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness - why must they go out of the summer world into darkness?

Because it is a customary cross, As die to love as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers.

You wake from dreams of doom and--for a moment--you know: beyond all the noise and the gestures, the only real thing, love's calm unwavering flame in the half-light of an early dawn.

I'm living out my dreams and I love what I do.

I just love the delusional, hallucinatory qualities of sleep deprivation. I can't get enough of it.

I dream in colour, and its always very surreal. My dream world is complete Hieronymus Bosch and Dali. I love it, I look forward to it every night

I'd love to own a bakery at some point. My grandmother could help me run it - she is an amazing baker! I'd also love to do a cookbook.

"Money to Burn" is a fantasy. I mean, I would love for that to be a true story. Most of my songs are written in metaphors.

I love living in Los Angeles.

I love film; I'd love to do as many films as possible.

I'd love to play bass with Parliament Funkadelic, but I can't play bass, so I don't think that's going to happen.

I love skin care and actually wanted to be an esthetician for many years.

Rory, do you want to go live in the sky? On a Pegasus?

De onrust schenkt vleugels aan de verbeelding

If I have an unusual gift, it's not that I draw particularly better than other people — I've never fooled myself about that. Rather it's that I remember things other people don't recall: the sounds and feelings and images — the emotional quality — of particular moments in childhood. Happily an essential part of myself — my dreaming life — still lives in the light of childhood.

She and Marie were Montreal girls, not trained to accompany heroes, or to hold out for dreams, but just to be patient.

The fear-filled cannot love deeply. Love is risky. They cannot give to the poor. Benevolence has no guarantee of return. The fear-filled cannot dream wildly. What if their dreams sputter and fall from the sky? The worship of safety emasculates greatness. No wonder Jesus wages such a war against fear.

When safety becomes our god, we worship the risk-free life. Can the safety lover do anything great? Can the risk-averse accomplish noble deeds? For God? For others? No. The fear-filled cannot love deeply. Love is risky. They cannot give to the poor. Benevolence has no guarantee of return. The fear-filled cannot dream wildly. What if their dreams sputter and fall from the sky? The worship of safety emasculates greatness. No wonder Jesus wages such a war against fear. His

To make my waking life American-normal, I turn on the lights before anything untoward makes an appearance. I push the deformed into my dreams, which are in Chinese, the language of impossible stories. Before we can leave our parents, they stuff our heads like the suitcases which they jam-pack with homemade underwear.

I couldn't tell where the stories left off and the dreams began, her voice the voice of the heroines in my sleep.

For if one does not have wild dreams of achievement, there is no spur even to get the dishes washed. One must think like a hero to behave like a merely decent human being.