Quotes About Dreams

When we focus on the future, we do one of three things. We fantasize, which involves big dreams that are mostly for fun and entertainment; we dwell, which involves focusing on all the bad stuff that might happen—this was the official pastime of my hometown—or we hope, which involves envisioning the future while recognizing the inevitability of challenges.

Fantasies are absolutely safe, as long as you never try to make them a reality.

There is something magical about young love, when you still think that the world is your oyster and you have your whole life ahead of you.

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I have told you that you create your dreams, in actuality, not in theory alone. You create an actuality, a dream universe, as real as the physical universe. It simply cannot be directly perceived within the physical universe.

When you think of the purpose of your existence, you think in terms of daily waking life, but you also work at your purpose in these other dream dimensions, and you are then in communication with other portions of your own entity, at work at endeavors quite as valid as those you are about in waking life.

Man will not learn the basic nature of reality by studying the physical universe alone, nor will he learn it by studying the personality as it operates within the physical universe alone. The nature of reality can only be approached by an investigation of reality as it is directly experienced in all levels of awareness: reality as it appears under dream conditions, under other conditions of dissociation, and as it appears in the waking condition.

The physicists have their hands on the doorknob. If they paid more attention to their dreams, they would know what questions to ask.

You can learn to change your physical environment, therefore, by learning to change and manipulate your dream environment. You can also suggest specific dreams in which a desired change is seen, and under certain conditions these will then appear in your physical reality. Now often you do this without realizing it.

I dream about standing in the lunch line naked. It's always the lunch line in ninth grade. Nakedness dreams are very common. I suppose they are.

I loved the house the way you would any new house, because it is populated by your future.

Welcome to Neverland," Peter said, as if this were supposed to be a big surprise. Darla took her hand away from his. "It's smaller than I thought it would be," she said. This time she looked right at him.

No one sees her of course. She doesn't exist unless you count bad dreams. Yet still she flies

If Mickey Mouse could fly, he'd be Donald Duck.

You in a hurry?" Ranger said, looking amused. "Things to do." I moved to get out of the car, and he grabbed me by the scruff of my neck. "You're going to be careful," he said. Y-y-yes." "And you're going to carry your gun." "Yes." "Loaded." "Okay, loaded." He released my neck. "Sweet dreams.

even though two decades and several years had gone by since [she] first decided to be a fairy, even though Lizabeth Kane now stood five feet six inches tall in her stocking feet, even though she was thirty two years old - she still had aspirations of growing up to be a fairy.

For the better part of my childhood, my professional aspirations were simple—I wanted to be an intergalactic princess. I didn't care much about ruling hordes of space people. Mostly I wanted to wear the cape and the sexy boots and carry a cool weapon.

When I was pink and clean I crawled into bed and pretended I was at Disney World.

I wanted to marry Aladdin so I'd get to fly on his magic carpet. So you can see that we were coming from different places.

My philosophy is aim high and fail big.

He couldn't understand that, she thought, because he had no purpose to his life. He was a couch potato. He'd reverted back to childhood. He was a wasteoid. He was the man of her dreams, and she was afraid living with him would be a nightmare. His laziness and lack of motivation would drive her crazy

I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids.

Their love as a dragonfly, skimming over echo park, stoppin to visit the lotus. Eating dreams and drinking blue sky.

What was beauty unless you intended to use it, like a hammer, or a key? It was just something for other people to use and admire, or envy, despise. To nail their dreams onto like a picture hanger on a blank wall. And so many girls saying, use me, dream me.