Quotes About Dreams

Everyone vain, dull, peevish, and sexually frustrated dreams of legislating his impotence. Mao's uniforms: a billion people dressing the same and shouting from his little red book continues to be the secret hope of new visionaries.

I love America," he'd tell us. We were going to make a million dollars manufacturing objects we had seen in dreams that night.

Insomnia is an all-night travel agency with posters advertising faraway places.

What we are given in dreams we write as blue paint, Or messages to the clouds. At evening we wait for the rain to fall and the sky to clear. Our words are words for the clay, uttered in undertones, Our gestures salve for the wind. We sit out on the earth and stretch our limbs, Hoarding the little mounds of sorrow laid up in our hearts. —Charles Wright, closing lines to "Homage to Paul Cézanne," The Southern Cross: Poems (Random House, 1981)

The thing about building a castle in the air is it's easy. You build up. It's like a little ladder, then you start building a castle in the air. Then, you destroy the ladder. And your castle is floating.

Bruce Lee was the guy you worshipped. Older Brother was the guy you dreamt of growing up to be.

Ever since you were a boy, you've dreamt of being Kung Fu Guy.

And I'll be?" "Whatever you want, man," she says. "A guy can dream," you say. "Cheers to that." You touch your small coffee cups to each other's, a toast to something you both know will never happen.

Guarda il cielo. Non troverai mai un arcobaleno se stai guardando per terra. Look up to the sky. You'll never find rainbows if you're looking down .

One cannot always approach truth through reason; it confines us to a geometric cast of thought that calls for logic and credibility. We see the dead in our dreams and accept them as living, knowing at the same time they are dead. And although this dream mind is without reason, has it not its own credibility?

Like everyone else I am what I am: an individual, unique and different, with a lineal history of ancestral promptings and urgings; a history of dreams, desires, and of special experiences, all of which I am the sum total.

It was to be another one of those moments when just a few words will change your whole life. She said, "You have been invited to join the Grand Ole Opry!" Did I hear her right? Did she really say what I thought she said? At the age of seventy-one, was I really going to realize one of my longest-held and fondest dreams?

The man breeds lies. He spawns them asexually, with no need for any assistance. He exhales and lies fill the air. Alone in a room, he mutters lies to himself to keep from falling into the trap of truth-telling. In the day, sleeping in his bed, deep in the safest heart of Coalition headquarters, he dreams in lies. The better to keep his left hand from knowing what betrayals his right has planned.

Somehow, the city of promise had become a scrap yard of dreams.

Liberty lends us her wings and Hope guides us by her star.

ONE of the most distinctive features of the human mind is to forecast better things. "We look before and after And pine for what is not.

Day does not forestall nightmares - Night is not needed for dreams - There is no better time than here - No better place than now -

I have my own production company called Urban Dreams.

Als Edward, der Earl of Warwick, tief schlafend in seinem dunklen Schlafzimmer lag, nahm er unterbewusst das Geräusch schwätzender Frauen wahr. Aber sein Unterbewusstsein versicherte ihm gleichzeitig, dass so etwas völlig unwahrscheinlich wäre.

Listen with your heart, listen to your inner voice of wisdom, listen to your dreams. You know what is right for you.

When you say "Yes!" to your dream and do what you truly love to do, you are also transforming the world for the better.

What's important is that you make the leap. Jump high and hard with intention and heart. Pay no mind to the vision that the commission made up. It's up to you to make your life. Take what you have and stack it up like a tower of teetering blocks. Build your dream around that.

It's just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.

I didn't wake from these dreams crying. I woke shrieking. Paul grabbed me and held me until I was quiet. He wetted a washcloth with cool water and put it over my face. But those wet washcloths couldn't wash the dreams of my mother away. Nothing did. Nothing would. Nothing could ever bring my mother back or make it okay that she was gone. Nothing would put me beside her the moment she died. It broke me up. It cut me off. It tumbled me end over end.