Quotes About Dreams

floating away from me like a cloud on the wind.

Taking books away from a culture is to take away its shared memory. It's like taking away the ability to remember your dreams. Destroying a culture's books is sentencing it to something wose than death: It is sentencing it to seem as if it never lived.

Adults have big, big wishes that we do not expect to come true. That is why we need so many more candles on our cakes.

Sometimes what wishes do...especially the big, big wishes, is churn up all the confusion and longing that sloshes around forever inside of you.

We don't have an eternity to realize our dreams, only the time we are here.

Don't part with your illusions; when they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.

My parents taught me to never give up and to always believe that my future could be whatever I dreamt it to be.

Blood calls to blood; charm calls to charm. It is the way of the world. Come close and tell us your dreams. --The Mermaids

Woods were ringed with a colour so soft, so subtle that it could scarcely be said to be a colour at all. It was more the idea of a colour - as if the trees were dreaming green dreams or thinking green thoughts.

Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the 60's. Or maybe I was just a girl... interrupted.

If I could have any job in the world I'd be a professional Cinderella.

You know, he said when I opened the door to get out of the car, I can remember almost every murder I ever worked on. I dream about them. It's all in my head. And sometimes something just clicks. Sometimes you got it. It's like with a broad. Sometimes you just know. Know what? I asked. If it's a fit, he said.

It was that time when I am finally able to sleep the sweetest, the deepest.

I think memories are like dreams. Not reliable proof of anything. I can't prove a memory any more than I can prove a dream.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray Forget your woes and let your troubles lay And when it's morning again, they'll wash away Here it's safe, here it's warm Here the daisies guard you from every harm Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true Here is the place where I love you.

Roses. Wolf mutts. Tributes. Frosted Dolphins. Friends. Mockingjays. Stylists. Me. Everything screams in my dreams tonight.

Sometimes when things are particularly bad, my brain will give me a happy dream.

Sometimes when things are particularly bad, my brain will give me a happy dream. [...] When I fully awaken, I'm momentarily comforted. I try to hold on to the peaceful feeling of the dream, but it quickly slips away, leaving me sadder than ever.

My sleep wasn't peaceful, though. I have the sense of emerging from a world of dark, haunted places where I traveled alone.

We could do it, you know," Gale says quietly. "What?" I ask. "Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it," says Gale. I don't know how to respond. This idea is so preposterous.

Even if times got bad, he would never again deny himself the possibility that the future might be happy even if the present was painful. He would allow himself dreams.

When I finally begin to surface into the sterile hospital room in 13, I remember. I was under the influence of sleep syrup. My heel had been injured after I'd climbed out on a branch over the electric fence and dropped back into 12. Peeta had put me to bed and I had asked him to stay with me as I was drifting off. He had whispered something I couldn't quite catch. But some part of my brain had trapped his single word of reply and let it swim up through my dreams to taunt me now. "Always.

I'm on a frosting sailboat, tossed around by blue-green waves, the deck shifting beneath my feet.

Each day i wake and think at last this nightmare is over. But it never is.