Quotes About Dreams

Tis a child that dreams there's something better 'round the corner. It's a grown man who knows it's right there in front of him.

Dream big dreams! Imagine that you have no limitations and then decide what's right before you decide what's possible.

When you allow yourself to begin to dream big dreams, creatively abandon the activities that are taking up too much of your time, and focus your inward energies on alleviating your main constraints, you start to feel an incredible sense of power and confidence.

THE FIRST SECRET of self-made millionaires is simple: Dream Big Dreams!

What one great thing would you dare to dream, if you knew you could not fail?

I'd known since girlhood that I wanted to be a book editor. By high school, I'd pore over the acknowledgments section of novels I loved, daydreaming that someday a brilliant talent might see me as the person who 'made her book possible' or 'enhanced every page with editorial wisdom and insight.' Could I be the Maxwell Perkins to some future Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Wolfe?

For what kind of world is it that has no unicorns?

I am leaning back and running with it and staring at the stars and I'm eleven, I'm sixteen, I'm eighteen, I'm a newborn I'm everyone everywhere with you without you unbound set free in limbo lost at sea.

Peu importe le rêve, qu'il soit ambitieux ou grandiose, quelqu'un finira par le réaliser. Autant que ce soit vous.

Si quieres que tus sueños se hagan realidad... despierta". Te mando besos mil

Everything is made of words, and the words had done their job. I could even say they had done it well. They had risen in a confusing swarm and spun around in spirals, ever higher, colliding and separating, golden insects, messengers of friendship and knowledge, higher, higher, into that region of the sky where the day turns into night and reality into dreams, regal words on their nuptial flight, always higher, until their marriage is finally consummated at the summit of the world.

So familiar that it didn't even register in the conversation; but it did reappear when I laid it out on the table of my dreams.

People only go to the places they have visited first in their minds.

Your moustache," I continue. "It's kind of like me wanting to be a writer. It's part of me. I don't know who I'd be if I didn't want to be a writer.

I feel sick. It's one thing to write for the school newspaper. But New York is on a whole different level. It's a mountain, with a few successful people like Bernard at the top, and a mad of dreamers and strivers like me at the bottom. And then there are people like Viktor, who aren't afraid to tell you that you've never going to reach that peak.

Sometimes, I think I dreamed it, or I am saying it like a thing that I would do, when I would never, and calling it art.

It is said that men may not be the dreams of the god, but rather that the gods are the dreams of men.

The visions we offer our children shape the future. It _matters_ what those visions are. Often they become self-fulfilling prophecies. Dreams are maps.

I do not think it irresponsible to portray even the direst futures if we are to avoid them we must understand that they are possible. But where are the alternatives Where are the dreams that motivate and inspire We long for realistic maps of a world we can be proud to give to our children. Where are the cartographers of human purpose Where are the visions of hopeful futures of technology as a tool for human betterment and not a gun on hair trigger pointed at our heads

God pity a one-dream man.

While the content of many dreams seem haphazard, others are remarkably well structured; these dreams have a remarkable resemblance to drama.

This looks very much as if the integration of the day's experience into our memory, the forging of new neural links, is either an easier or a more urgent task. As the night wears on and this function is completed, the more affecting dreams, the more bizarre material, the fears and lusts and other powerful emotions of the dream material emerge.

Mare, despite its Latin meaning, is the Old English word for incubus, and nightmare meant originally the demon that sits on the chests of sleepers, tormenting them with dreams.

There is another connection between infancy and dreams: both are followed by amnesia. When we emerge from either state, we have great difficulty remembering what we have experienced. In both cases, I would suggest, the left hemisphere of the neocortex, which is responsible for analytic recollection, has been functioning ineffectively.