Quotes About Dreams

I'd never invested a lot of effort into my dreams. When daily survival took everything I had, flexibility was more practical than hope.

Tú, Fernando, has decidido unir tu suerte a la de una mujer que nunca podrá quererte porque persigue un sueño y los sueños son fruto de nuestra imaginación, con lo que podemos adornarlos tanto como deseemos, estirarlos hasta el infinito, perseguirlos eternamente.

A veces necesitamos de los sueños para poder vivir la realidad.

Mi madre decía que las pesadillas eran un aviso de la conciencia.

Los sueños de la juventud se estrellan contra la realidad de la vida cotidiana

Fátima regañaba a Clara por su tozudez al negarse a tener hijos. —Tu marido te dejará con el tiempo, o traerá otra mujer a la casa para que le dé hijos. —El mundo ha cambiado, Fátima, los hombres quieren otras cosas, no sólo hijos, y yo estoy muy cerca de tocar un sueño con las manos. Ahora no puedo quedarme embarazada, no podría excavar.

I don't want to destroy your dreams.' 'They were never my dreams until I met you ... a dream you gave me.' 'That doesn't mean I can take it away.

Even Colin - the golden boy, the man with the easy smile and devilish humor - had raw spots of his own. He was haunted by unfulfilled dreams and secret insecurities. How unfair she had been when she'd pondered his life, not to allow him his weaknesses.

Did you know I dream about your hair? I use to say it was the color of the sun at sunset, but I'm wrong. It's brighter than the sun, just as you are.

It seems silly now, but I was so worried you weren't the perfect man of my dreams." "No one is perfect," he said quietly. "I know." She leaned over and planted an impulsive kiss on his cheek. "You're the imperfect man of my heart, and that's even better.

We are women. And the men who hold our fates hardly conceive that we have desires and dreams of our own. If we are ever to live the lives we want, we have to make them conceive it. Our bravery, the force of our will, shall be their proof.

And as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear, she had the strangest sensation, almost as if she could see her entire future laid out before her. Each day was richer and fuller than the last, and every day she was falling, falling, falling . . .

Her dreams had been just that—dreams. Wishful illusions, all of her own making. If he wasn't what she'd expected, that was her fault. She'd been expecting something that didn't even exist. And she should have known better.

He didn't know her name, didn't know anything about her except that she dreamed of Rome and smelled like violets. And that she tasted like vanilla cream.

But the opposite is true as well," Kate added softly. "You can't shun new challenges or hide yourself from love just because you think you might not be here to carry your dreams to completion. In the end, you'll have just as many regrets as did my father.

He still had dreams about it. Certainly not nightmares - it could not be worth the energy. But every month or so he woke up from one of those annoying visions where he was back at school (rather absurdly at his current age of eight-and-twenty). It was always of a similar nature. He looked down at his schedule and suddenly realized he'd forgotten to attend Latin class for an entire term. Or arrived for an exam without his trousers.

His hands began to tingle. His feet, too. It was taking everything he had just to stand still. He wanted to move, he wanted to do something. He wanted to set his life in motion, reach out and capture his dreams.

When I was a kid, everyone wanted to be cowboys and Indians.

As a young footballer I used to look up to a number of stars for inspiration and I understand what Bhaichung must have done for all young Indians aspiring to be footballer.

I really just wanted to work on adventure games, so Pinkerton Road is our own little indie studio that's focused on that.

Since I was 20, I wanted to make a short film and send it to international short film festivals. It never happened. I became too big a star to indulge in those things.

Makeup is where my career is going, but I would love to also indulge in music. It's still one of my absolute favorite things in the world.

That's the thing about dreams - they're ineffable. If you can get to the bottom of it, it's not a dream.

I wish I had funny dreams. My dreams are rare and inevitably end in my own death.