Quotes About Dreams

The next one's also from Thoreau. 'If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.

That stormy day in the desert, however, much changed for me. We must have our goals, our dreams and we must strive for them. We are not gods, however; we do not have the power to shape every aspect of the future. And the road the world makes for us is one that teaches humility if we are willing to learn.

Sleep is a kind of peace, and I have not yet earned peace.

His dreams were killing him.

Maybe the mobile was why, all these years later, he sometimes dreamed that he could fly.

This next one's by someone named Anatole France. 'To know is nothing at all; to imagine is everything.'

In truth, there were no tracks of destiny through the chaos of life, only paths forged by decisions. She had dreamed of riding a fast train to stardom, but the rails and ties of those tracks had never been carefully laid.

The maze of Ronny Jessup's dark erotic dreams of absolute power was also the labyrinth of David Thorne's nightmares.

Humble goals and modest expectations are more likely to be fulfilled than are utopian dreams.

Henry Fuseli, The Nightmare, which he painted in 1781.

not as reliably able to interpret my dreams. Sometimes I wondered if I had everything backward, my life and purpose and meaning all backward. Maybe the best thing I had to offer was fry cookery of a high order, and maybe my paranormal abilities were nothing more than the equivalent of a talent for farting on command, better repressed than indulged. I, no less than anyone, was capable of self-delusion, of pride that led me to embrace a grander image of myself than was the truth.

Life was too short to dwell on nightmares instead of dreams.

On Books: Around her, thousands of times and places, people and worlds, from Mars to Egypt to Yoknapatawpha County, were closed up in the bindings of books like the shine trapped under the tarnished veneer of a brass lamp. She could almost feel them waiting to dazzle with the first turn of a page, come alive with brilliant colors and pungent odors and delicious aromas, with laughter and sobbing and cries and whispers. Books were packaged dreams.

Even in sleep, dreamily I leap from the top stair to grab the arrow about to pierce my father's chest. I saved him I think for a moment then the feeling, no, that isn't so.

A woman who would make his dreams hers and allow him to be part of hers. One who was kind and gentle. Loving and tender. Sensible.

That was the problem, she no longer knew what she wanted. (Shrouded in grief and lost dreams, her joy had vanished, the same way laughter and singing had.)

Twenty wishes that would help her recapture her excitement about life. Twenty dreams written down. Twenty possibilities that would give her a reason to look toward the future

Dreams remain only wisps of enjoyable but useless imagination if we don't give them an anchor to hold to. If we don't make them determined goals. Faith in God is that anchor. It's what enables that dream to come off the shelf and sit right down in front of us.

It was the sad you get when your dreams are almost there…and then they're obliterated.

I'm sure we all have dreams of leaving at some time in our lives, but when we reach the bottom, most of us go running home.

Ian was living in fairyland and in our own way we all helped him to stay there.

Children lose their innocence piece by piece. The layers are carved away until our hearts have been exposed and polished into an unnatural gloss. We spend the rest of our lives trying to remember why we ever loved so passionately and how we dreamed so simply, before life chiseled us down to the core.

Birth is a bittersweet event ... a place where heaven and earth collide in a perplexing clash of hopes, dreams, facts, fears, questions, and expectations. Debra Evans, Heart and Home

I've gotten to make my living by my imagination. That's a lovely thing.