Quotes About Dreams

There was a bond, you see, when we were both young, but she wanted to be the best of all witches and I hoped one day to be Archchancellor. Alas for us, our dreams came true.

Humans need fantasy to be human.

All witches are selfish, the Queen had said. But Tiffany's Third Thoughts said:Then turn selfishness into a weapon! Make all things yours! Make other lives and dreams and hopes yours! Protect them! Save them! Bring them into the sheepfold! Walk the gale for them! Keep away the wolf! My dreams! My brother! My family! My land! My world! How dare you try to take these things, because they are mine! I have a duty!

Thus proving that dreams that come true are not always the right dreams. Does wearing a glass slipper lead to a comfortable life? If everything you touch turns into marshmallows, won't that make things a bit . . . sticky?

Whatever you choose, your choice will mean there are two new worlds. And perhaps sometimes, on the edge of sleep, we will see the shadow of the other world. There will be no unhappy memories.

Fairyland, where dreams can hurt. Somewhere all stories are real, all songs are true. I thought that was a strange thing for the kelda to say. . . .

Magrat woke up. And knew she wasn't a witch anymore. The feeling just crept over her, as part of the normal stock-taking that any body automatically does in the first seconds of emergence from the pit of dreams: arms: 2, legs: 2, existential dread: 58%, randomized guilt: 94%, witchcraft level: 00.00.

only those with their feet on rock can build castles in the air.

if we wanted people to fly, we would have given them wings. You gave me wings when you showed me birds.

An imagination is a terrible thing to bring along.

Rincewind had in any case seen his past life flash in front of his eyes so many times that he could sleep through the boring bits.

They want dancing girls! They want thrills! They want elephants! They want people falling off roofs! They want dreams! The world is full of little people with big dreams!

Live in dreams for too long and ye go mad—ye can never wake up prop'ly, ye can never get the hang o' reality again.

The Fool held his breath. On long nights on the hard flagstones he had dreamed of women like her. Although, if he really thought about it, not much like her; they were better endowed around the chest, their noses weren't so red and pointed, and their hair tended to flow more. But the Fool's libido was bright enough to tell the difference between the impossible and the conceivably attainable, and hurriedly cut in some filter circuits.

Good. Now…if you trust in yourself…" "Yes?" "…and believe in your dreams…" "Yes?" "…and follow your star…" Miss Tick went on. "Yes?" "…you'll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren't so lazy. Good-bye.

Do my thoughts just dream of me?

Deves prestar sempre atenção aos teus sonhos, ensinara-lhe a mãe. São vozes que te dizem o que já sabes, sussurrando-te conselhos que ainda não seguiste.

Always pay attention to your dreams, her mother had taught her. They're voices telling you what you already know, whispering advice you haven't yet heeded.

We dream our dreams, she thought, and sometimes they take us places we never anticipate.

While they could appreciate the artistry of the dancers and musicians, they were not carried away by the pleasures they offered. They had their own dreams—to find answers concerning the spiritual quest and the renewal of society.

Many of us continue to run even in our sleep. We can never rest. In our dreams, in our nightmares, we continue to run.

Everybody had a hard year, everybody had a good time, everybody had a wet dream, everybody saw the sun shine...

Picture yourself in a boat on a river With tangerine trees and marmalade skies. Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly. A girl with kaleidoscope eyes

When waters engulf us we reach for a star.