Quotes About Dreams

How I long to feel the weight of a book in my hand. How I long to turn a page, and pass through the print as you'd pass through a door, into that world of wise and lofty spirits, of strange animals, of noble deeds and faraway cities. If only I could crawl into a book and stay there for the rest of my life.

You know how a gardenia's petals reveal any telltale fingermarks by turning brown," the preacher said. "Your lives are like that. Purity is like that . . . Young people, don't give anything to the world to destroy. Don't be ashamed of high ideals, dreams, and beautiful thoughts.

An elder once told me that stories and cultural practices are not lost. They are waiting in another realm for the right person to dream them and reintroduce them. The ancestors are waiting to pass them on to the right person. (p. 40)

number-one girl, Cherry.

That's why I love libraries, though... it's not just the books ; it's crazy hopes and dreams. (Lexie)

Sitting down in the evenings became a kind of torture, a bleak realization of her talents laid out against the bright shimmering fabric of her dreams. Yet she couldn't stop, she couldn't give up so easily. To stop writing completely produced in her a bleak and relentless depression, so she stubbornly persisted, plodding through endless drafts and revisions, telling herself she was learning something each time.

My desire to see as much of the world as I could started with these stars.

I think I wished for you all of my life.

To new beginnings. To the pursuit of...somethingness.

There's no limit to what you can dream. You expect the unexpected, you believe in magic, in fairy tales, and in possibilities. Then you grow older and that innocence is shattered and somewhere along the way the reality of life gets in the way and you're hit by the realization that you can't be all you wanted to be, you just might have to settle for a little bit less.

It's not the job of this town to make me feel happy. It's not this town´s fault that I don't feel I fit in. It doesn't matter where you are in the world, because it's about where you are in your head. It's about the other world I inhabit. The world of dreams, hope, imagination, and memories. I'm happy up here, and because of that I'm happy up there too

Imagining and fantasizing did nothing but break her heart.

You deserve someone who loves you with every single beat of his heart, someone who thinks about you constantly, someone who spends every minute of every day just wondering what you're doing, where you are, who you're with, and if you're OK. You need someone who can help you reach your dreams and who can protect you from your fears.

That somehow dreams are a blurred line between here and there, like a meeting room in a prison. You're both in the same room, yet on different sides and really, in different worlds.

Elizabeth's hands flew to her mouth; tears filled her eyes with happiness as she realized he was fulfilling yet another of her and her mother's intended activities. "Why are you fulfilling all of my mother's dreams?" she asked, studying his face and searching for answers. "So you don't run away like she did in search of them," he replied, taking her hand. "Come on, join in!" he said, leaping around.

It's funny because when you're a child, you believe you can be anything you want to be, go wherever you want to go. There are no limits. You expect the unexpected, you believe in magic. Then you grow older and that innocence is shattered. The reality of life gets in the way and you're hit by the realization that you can't be all you wanted to be, that you just might have to settle a little bit less.

From Alex To Rosie Subject Dreams Again, Rosie, you're just not stretching far enough. I'm right here. Always have been, always will be.

Why do we stop believing in ourselves? Why do we let facts and figures and anything but dreams rule our lives?

Necesitas a alguien que te ayude a hacer realidad tus sueños y que sepa protegerte de tus temores. Necesitas a alguien que te trate con respeto, que ame cada parte de ti, sobre todo tus defectos. Deberías estar con alguien que supiera hacerte feliz, realmente feliz, que te hiciera sentir en las nubes de tanta felicidad.

It doesn't matter where you are in the world because it's about where you are up here,' she touched the side of her head lightly. 'It's about the other world I inhabit. The world of dreams, hope, imagination and memories. I'm happy up here,' she tapped her temple again and smiled, 'and because of that I'm happy up here too.' She held out her arms and displayed the countryside around her....

Mira alla luna. Anche se la manchi, rimarrai sempre tra le stelle.

Apunta a la luna y si fallas, al menos estaras entre las estrellas.

When I was younger, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

She was tired hugging pillows, counting on blankets for warmth, and reliving romantic moments only in her dreams. She was tired of hoping that everyday would hurry so she could get on to the next. Hoping that it would be a better day, an easier day. But it never was.