Quotes About Dreams

Que alguien me despierte cuando haya acabado, cuando el silencio nocturno pase del negro al dorado sólo quiero tenderme en un lecho de tréboles. Oh, necesito ayuda con esta carga.

Gramps's recognition, and the permission he just offered me—it feels like a gift. Gramps doesn't leave me. He slumps back into the chair. It's quiet now. So quiet that you can almost hear other people's dreams. So quiet that you can almost hear me tell Gramps, "Thank you.

Dormir sin soñar. He oído hablar sobre el sueño de los muertos. ¿Será así la muerte? ¿Como el sueñecito más agradable, cálido y profundo del mundo, un sueño sin fin? En ese caso, no me importaría. Si morir es así, de verdad que no me preocuparía en absoluto.

It's quiet now, so quiet that you can almost hear other people's dreams.

David Halberstam describes a young viewer – he may mean himself – who was fascinated by the fact that a child in one such series was 'sent upstairs to his room' as a punishment. At that point he could only dream of living in a house that had an upstairs, let alone a room of his own. But the message of every soap manufacturer, repeated over and over again, was 'tomorrow you too can live like this'.

Are you living your parents' dream...or your own?

Déjame primero despedirme, —dijo él. Muriendo por dentro, se levantó y se inclinó sobre Julia, susurrándole en el oído—. Recuérdame con cariño, dulce dragón, ya que yo nunca te olvidaré. Vive tus sueños. Ama a otro. Ten niños y sé feliz.

Can any American child grow up to be president? Probably not, however fond we might be of the idea. Perhaps a better question is: what well-adjusted tyke would want the job?

I became a reader - thank God I became a reader. I lived in a dream world because it was a hell of a lot better world.

When dreams become more important than reality, you give up travel, building, creating; you even forget how to repair the machines left behind by your ancestors. You just sit living and reliving other lives left behind in the thought records. -- Vina, "The Menagerie" ("The Cage"), Star Trek, 1966

Vejur was everything that Spock had ever dreamed of becoming. And yet Vejur was barren! It would never feel pain. Or joy. Or challenge. It was so completely and magnificently logical that its accumulation of knowledge was totally useless.

Most of my actor friends don't believe it's possible to let go of it and be happy, and for a while that was true for me. For the first two years I ached, every day. And I had such bad dreams. But then I made the decision to start working on my little shop and all that went away.

He has no goals in life. Unless you count being a professional soccer player, which is totally unrealistic.

That's where thinking started, where thinking stopped, where all her prayers so long ago had dried up. She no longer prayed, nor even dreamed of changing her father. Her dreams now played variations on the theme of escape. And they were nothing more than that —just dreams, just play. She'd been alone at the end of her dreams so many times before and never had God helped her escape her father, because God couldn't, because she would never escape her need to love him.

If you are going to build something in the air it is always better to build castles than houses of cards.

Under ancient cypress trees, weeping dreams are harvested from sleep.

Vision of the night: toads plunge from silver waters.

Some people see things that are and ask, Why Some people dream of things that never were and ask, Why not Some people have to go to work and don't have time for all that ...

Everything you've ever wanted is on the other side of fear.

You see things; you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say 'Why not?

Drifting off to sleep, I imagined a spark from the comet floating down, down like a mote of stardust, to land inside my father, where, settling in his belly, it rekindled the long-forgotten dreams and ambitions of his youth. I saw his white shirt glowing yellow in the moonlight, flames shooting from his fingertips, like he was a man set on fire.

I slept and dreamt that life was beauty I woke and found that life was duty.

Wild were his dreams, and oft he rose in fright,Waked by his view of horrors in the night,—Horrors that would the sternest minds amaze,Horrors that demons might be proud to raise:And though he felt forsaken, grieved at heart,To think he lived from all mankind apart,Yet, if a man approached, in terrors he would start.

The whole cosmos is in a man's brains—as much of it, at least, as a man's brains will hold; perhaps it is nowhere else. And when sleep relaxes the will, and there are no earthly surroundings to distract attention—no duty, pain, or pleasure to compel it—riderless Fancy takes the bit in its teeth, and the whole cosmos goes mad and has its wild will of us.