Quotes About Dreams

My mother taught me that we all have the power to achieve our dreams. What I lacked was the courage.

I'm in this relationship for the capes and castles.

I always wanted to be Peter Pan, the boy who never grows up. I can't fly, but swimming is the next best thing. It's harmony and balance. The water is my sky.

The atmosphere is much too near for dreams. It forces us to action. It is close to us. We are in it and of it. It rouses us both to study and to do. We must know its moods and also its motive forces.

I have read a great deal about what animals dream, but none of it has ever really satisfied me. I believe they dream exactly the way we dream, and about everything in their lives--that they have good dreams and bad dreams in almost direct proportion, as we do, to whether their lives have been more good than bad. Unfortunately, because the majority of animals have it so much tougher than we do, I believe that the majority of dreams, except in the most fortunate petdom, are bad.

You have your dreams, you look round and everything's broken, hearts, windows, walls, telephone boxes. Everything breaks and disappears.

So many people dream a lot, pray a lot and ask a lot for upliftment... but not for wisdom.

If you want to look like the people next door, you're probably smothering yourself and your dreams.

It is great good health to believe, as the Hindus do, that there are 33 million gods and goddesses in the world. It is great good health to want to understand one's dreams. It is great good health to desire the ambiguous and paradoxical.

I dreamed I spoke in another's language, I dreamed I lived in another's skin, I dreamed I was my own beloved, I dreamed I was a tiger's kin. I dreamed that Eden lived inside me, And when I breathed a garden came, I dreamed I knew all of Creation, I dreamed I knew the Creator's name. I dreamed--and this dream was the finest-- That all I dreamed was real and true, And we would live in joy forever, You in me, and me in you.

That which is imagined can never be lost.

Raised in the hot sun, my idea of romance was to feel cold. North was a thrilling word to me. Balzac said that a novel should send the reader into another country. My dreams were like that. They still are.

Dreams out of the ivory gate, and visions before midnight. —SIR THOMAS BROWNE,

Quarks are so weird that they have been referred to as "The dreams that stuff is made from," and they are way beyond the scope of this book.

Out into the cool of the evening strolls the pretender. He knows that all his hopes and dreams begin and end there.

And I was very shy as a kid if you sang me 'Happy Birthday ' I would cry. Quite shy. So the idea of being an actor, much less a model, was just out of this world.

Until then, have great expectations. Keep believing you dreams will come true. And remember, when life throws you a pit... plant a cherry tree.

Build a far mosque where you can read your soul-book and listen to the dreams that grew in the night.

A good book is a portal that will take you anywhere in the world.

Siri's dream world had always been bizarre. In his childhood, the images that lurked there constantly interrupted his sleep. The same woman who raised him would come to his bed and remind him that these were his dreams inside his head, and nobody had more right to be in there than he. He learned how to walk tall through his nightmares and not be afraid of what happened there.

The waking have one world in common; sleepers have each a private world of his own.

You know, Willie Wonka said it best: we are the makers of dreams, the dreamers of dreams.

She comes not when noon is on the roses - Too bright is day. She comes not to the soul till it reposes From work and play. But when night is on the hills, and the great voices Roll in from sea, By starlight and by candlelight and dreamlight She comes to me.

One trembles to think of that mysterious thing in the soul, which seems to acknowledge no human jurisdiction, but in spite of the individual's own innocent self, will still dream horrid dreams, and mutter unmentionable thoughts.