Quotes About Dreams

Thad kept his voice light, even though his heart had suddenly decided to set up a fierce boom-boom inside his chest. "Are you hoping to have a big family of your own someday?" "Of course! Big and boisterous." She laughed, the sound like creek water tripping over rocks. "I can't imagine family being any other way.

Prime Minister Sharon, Prime Minister Abbas, I urge you today to end the designs of those who seek destruction, annihilation and occupation, and I urge you to have the will and the courage to begin to realize our dreams of peace, prosperity and coexistence.

But the most dangerous thing in the world in the world is to run the risk of waking up one morning and realizing suddenly that all this time you've been living without really and truly living and by then it's too late. When you wake up to that kind of realization, it's too late for wishes and regrets. It's even too late to dream.

Sometimes, lying out on Aunt Ivy and Uncle Holt's back lawn, it'd felt as if I could stretch out my arms and my fingertips and rake them across the underside of the heavens and end up with a fistful of stars.

My bounce-around life had taught me that dreams where dangerous things - they look solid in your mind, but you just try to reach for them. It's like gathering clouds.

But the destruction of any starship was a shocking thing to witness. Resilient and ferocious as they might appear, she was keenly conscious of the fragile life-forms protected by the hulls and armaments. Those weren't just ships exploding before her eyes. They were sentient beings, each of whom had families, friends, hopes, dreams, lives, until they met with unassailable force and ceased to exist in a brilliant flash of light.

But there was still something missing. Something that nagged at her-an emptiness she couldn't explain. There were mornings she woke with her heart pounding wildly and the sensation of arms wrapped around her. But the feeling slipped away the moment she opened her eyes, and no matter how quickly she squeezed them shut, she couldn't recapture the contentment she'd felt.

I can't run around falling in love with fantasies.

People have to remain positive and believe in those dreams. It's really important.

Life was a mixture of coincidence and hopes that often ran out in the sand.

There comes a moment when you realize that virtually anything is possible- that nothing is too good to be true.

They're gonna make you a star Shuuya. Just like you always dreamed.

Fear can wash away your dreams and fill up all the corners of your heart. You can drown in your fear. Do you hear this? Someday you will have to begin living, and how you do that will be a huge surprise to you because it will be like nothing you ever imagined. Nothing at all.

A dream that we are being chased but can only run in slow motion is often our spirit's way of telling us it needs our help to prevail against enemy agents. We may need to fast, pray more or focus on some aspect of spiritual warfare that aids our spirit in warding off a demonic attack.

You should know that The Lost History of Dreams isn't about dreams or 'chimera of wonder,' as the pilgrims claim. Nor is it about love. It's about the ambitions and hopes that plague us in life, which we end up regretting." She shot Robert a meaningful glare. "Now go.

I put a lot of faith in dreams. I know that big movie roles and opportunities are going to happen.

Well… I dreamed I was alone. I wasn't sure if you were away, or if we were divorced, but it was just me and the girls, and as the dream went on, I realized that you weren't coming back. At first I thought you left me. Then I realized it was because you… died." He waits for my reaction. "I have those dreams about you all the time," I tell him. "Daydreams, I call them.

Believe in and follow your dreams.

I rather fancy the story of Laurelyn the Moondreamer and how she built a castle of silver moonbeams, don't you? Silver-mind it was called.

Unfortunately those eyes - his eyes - never fade. They've haunted my dreams for years." - Hannah (Forsaken)

I used to have nightmares about normal stuff – people chasing me or falling. But then about three years ago they started changing and becoming more…um…real? And harder to forget.

Was this adulthood? This pruning of dreams to be practical?

Alert. Aware. Dreams and memories slip away. Thoughts tumble. Tangled. Confused. Sounds from my mouth are primal. What I want to say, what I need to say stays locked inside.

like all fairy tales, theirs was filled with thickets and dark places and broken dreams, and runaway girls.