Quotes About Dreams

I believe that one can never leave home. I believe that one carries the shadows, the dreams, the fears and the dragons of home under one's skin, at the extreme corners of one's eyes and possibly in the gristle of the earlobe.

I dreamt we walked together along the shore. We made satisfying small talk and laughed. This morning I found sand in my shoe and a seashell in my pocket. Was I only dreaming?

Imagine, I might really become somebody. Someday.

You saw me bludgeoned by circumstance. Lost, injured, hurt by chance. I screamed to the heavens....loudly screamed.... Trying to change our nightmares into dreams...

My obsession with pineapples nearly drove me mad. I dreamt of the days when I would be grown and able to buy a whole carton for myself alone. Although

one can never leave home...one carries the shadows, the dreams, the dragons of home under one's skin, at the extreme corners of one's eyes...

dreams are petted, like cherished lap dogs misunderstood and loved too well

I screamed to the heavens....loudly screamed.... Trying to change our nightmares into dreams...

Open your heart, fling your hopes high and set your dreams aloft. I am here to hold your hand.

I believe that one can never leave home. I believe that one carries the shadows, the dreams, the fears and dragons of home under one's skin, at the extreme corners of one's eyes and possibly in the gristle of the earlobe.

Every person needs a place that is furnished with hope.

The funny thing about dreams is that every now and then they come true.

Sometimes it was better not to ever live the fantasy. Because when reality descended, it outlined in stark detail just how much the real world sucked.

Quando farai brutti sogni ti terrò tra le braccia per proteggerti dal male, e ti darò tanti bei sogni» le promise. «Li faremo insieme.» Lei lo scrutò, cercando conferme nella sua espressione, poi il suo sguardo si rasserenò e il sole scacciò le nuvole che incupivano le sue iridi. «Sognerò cose belle con te» mormorò. «Mi terrai lontana dal male e mi darai solo il bene... Mi piace quest'idea.»

I wonder what it's like to live in Tinaville. I get the feeling it's very shiny there.

Life isn't a romance novel. The truth is, the reason romance novels sell so well ---- the reason why everyone loves them ---- is because no one's life is actually like that. Everyone WANTS their life to be like that.

Susannah. My dance partner's breath was soft against my cheek. Susannah.... Yeah. In my dreams. In real life, the voice calling my name wasn't a bit masculine. That's because it belonged to a twelve-year-old boy.

All I can say is, be careful what you wish for. It just might come true.

I have spread my dreams beneath your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. W. B. Yeats

If you ever want to have a nightmare, come over to my house. Like, FOR REAL!" (Page 7)

Louise M. Moody's Bucket List • Ride an elephant • See the pyramids in Egypt • Send a message in a bottle • Gaze at the northern lights • Sleep in a castle • Swim with dolphins • Learn sign language • Make a difference • Dance the rumba • Read War and Peace for the third time

I will love you, my English rose, and you will fill my French dreams

Everywhere are people with dreams, and I think how we all have them.

They usually spent the night apart, though in the morning they woke twined more often than not, as though in sleep in their bodies sought each other. In wine and dream comes truth: the old proverb slipped through his mind unbidden.