Quotes About Dreams

Things which are gone in the morning: sleep, darkness, grief, the moon. Women. Dreams.

We always dreamed the same dreams, which was like living twice.

It was only a dream. Sometimes they say that, at the end of stories, in the land where Milo was born. And then I woke up—it was only a dream. Stories here do not end like that. I cannot wake up. I do not sleep.

If having an imagination means imagining all the things you don't have - imagining, in fact, the impossibility of your own happiness - is an imagination a good thing?

Happily ever after, like in the books,

Each of us wages a private battle each day between the grand fantasies we have for ourselves and what actually happens.

Shoot for the moon, even if you fail, you'll land among the stars

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.

Shoot for the moon, even if you fail, you'll land among the stars

Don't be afraid to fall in love again. Open your heart and follow where it leads you...and remember, shoot for the moon.

A short distance away, just outside the town of Harvard, Bronson Alcott's Fruitlands dream lives on in a way he could not have imagined, as an intriguing museum and a place of exceptional beauty.

Later, when he was able to grasp it between shaking hands and pour a trickle into his mouth, the pain of swallowing made him pass out again. In his dreams, he was once again bound on the sloping ladder, the water cascading into his mouth, his own involuntary swallowing pulling the narrow length of linen farther and farther into his gut.

If you take advantage of everything America has to offer, thereÂ's nothing you canÂ't accomplish.

The moment a child answers the question 'What do you want to be when you grow up?' he is halfway to being an adult.

Any man who yields habitually to melancholia may expect his brain, sooner or later, to degenerate from its original strength, and relax the toughness and compactness of its fibre. Absolute dementia may not be the result for some years, but there will be occasional and painful indications of the end for a long space before it arrives. The indications, as a rule, will assume the form of visions and dreams and wild imaginings of various sorts. Now do you understand me?

But you were born to gentle dreams,

See, the night doth enfold us! See, all the world lies sleeping!

Se gli compro una cometa il mio bambino chissà cosa combina.» E il mago: «Ma fatevi coraggio! I vostri bambini andranno sulle stelle, cominciate ad abituarli da piccoli.»

Mandándome en sueños a mi abuelo, quien me daba bofetones toda la noche y me despertaba con golpes. ¡Y pensar que mi profesión preferida es la de observador de plátanos! —¿Cómo se hace? —Se escoge un plátano, se pone debajo de una hamaca y se observa. Se hacen observaciones interesantísimas. A propósito, me llamo Segundo.

His voice went flat. "They criticized me," he said. "The criticized me for the way I went about things, my dreams." His voice became like still water, like a nest of sleeping snakes, and you could feel the mad wrath contained within that voice. "They always criticized me, even when I did big things. I'm doing a big thing now. They won't criticize me. If they do, I'll kill them. Ignorance. There's no room for it in my plans. No room.

All the dreams you show up in are not your own.

So imagine that the lovely moon is playing just for you - everything makes music if you really want it to.

Asleep? All the morning?

I'm so repressed even my dreams aren't exciting.