Quotes About Dreams

We come this way but once. We can either tiptoe through life and get to death without being too badly bruised or we can live a full, complete life achieving our goals and realizing our wildest dreams.

We come this way but once. We can either tiptoe through life and hope that we get to death without being too badly bruised or we can live a full, complete life achieving our goals and realizing our wildest dreams.

I signed with the Milwaukee Braves for three-thousand dollars. That bothered my dad at the time because he didn't have that kind of dough. But he eventually scraped it up.

Always remember that those who are closest to you will be affected by your dreams. Somewhere along the way, they will undoubtedly have to sacrifice something in order to help you realize your goals.

You always hear about fashion's success stories. How a starlet lost an earring one night and by the next morning, the entire country was wearing one earring. Or how sweaters made a comeback in a drugstore, or a First Lady influenced how we dressed during her reign. But what about the losers? The fashions that came and went out the same day? The hopes and dreams of designers that were shattered by the sound of fifty million women ... laughing themselves to death.

your dreams don't scare you, they are not big enough.

don't scare you, they are not big enough.

Los Angeles. More people live off their imagination in this city than any other.

I really remember John Lennon's Imagine. I guess I'm twelve; that's one of my first albums. That really set fire to me. It was like he was whispering in your ear -- his ideas of what's possible. Different ways of seeing the world.

If you can't read, it's going to be hard to realize dreams.

He had to see her face, listen to her voice. She had no reason to hide, and it was his duty to get as close as he could to all suffering. He wanted to say to the woman in black—as he would later to Zakya's children—that the dead of Murambi, too, had dreams, and that their most ardent desire was for the resurrection of the living.

The reveries of the dreamer advance his hopes, but not their realization. One good hour of earnest work is worth them all.

One of the greatest bores in life is a too knowing fellow, who sees through all delusions, and will never let you enjoy any of them, not even your favorite ones, no matter how agreeable they may be, but must be always waking you out of some delicious dream, only to tell you, "My dear sir, you are dreaming;" as if it were not both proper and natural to dream. He forgets that many things are pleasant only while the delusions which make them so last.

Without imagination a man is but a poor creature. His life is like a night without a moon to gild it.

One foot on Mount Olympus, the other in the kitty litter.

Stories aren't the beauty of what did happen. They're the beauty of what could happen.

We all live best in our imaginations.

Quotes About The Impossible: â–ºWho defines what is impossible? No one. Impossible is simply the set of things that we have not YET achieved. â–ºEvery record ever broken and every formerly ''impossible'' journey began with one person, taking one step forward and acting on their dream. Hear, then, ''impossible feat'' (feet) as the ultimate oxymoron. *Quotations by Brad Mittman MD

EVERYONE SEEMS TO HAVE this terrifying dream where you are suddenly about to take the final exam in a class you haven't attended all semester.

Her head hit the pillow without argument and, poof, sleep.

Heaven is what you mix all the days of your life, but you call it dreams. You have one chance to buy your Heaven with all the intents and ethics of your life. That is why everyone considers Heaven such a lovely place. Because it is dreams, special dreams, in which you exist. What you have to do is live up to them.

To deprive the derelicts of hope is right, and to sustain them in their illusory pipe dreams is right also.

Dill was off again. Beautiful things floated around in his dreamy head. He could read two books to my one, but he preferred the magic of his own inventions. He could add and subtract faster than lightning, but he preferred his own twilight world, a world where babies slept, waiting to be gathered like morning lilies.

He could read two books to my one, but he preferred the magic of his own inventions. He could add and subtract faster than lightning, but he preferred his own twilight world, a world where babies slept, waiting to be gathered like morning lilies. He was slowly talking himself to sleep and taking me with him, but in the quietness of his foggy island there rose the faded image of gray house with sad brown doors.