Quotes About Dreams

Cuando aún se es muy joven, hay que pensar qué es lo que más nos agrada y luego organizar nuestra vida imaginando la forma de ganar dinero con esa actividad.

I have felt most successful when I am inspiring and empowering people to love and accept themselves more deeply, to open their hearts to others more fully; to trust and believe in themselves more completely, and to pursue their dreams more boldly and passionately.

The principles and strategies are the same. And if you learn them, assimilate them, and apply them with discipline every day, they will transform your life beyond your wildest dreams.

Everything you want is on the other side of fear.

With the men standing between five feet eight and five feet ten, they were inches taller than the average Spanish soldier—taller than Cushing. The twice repulsion of a formidable conquistador and the dispossession of his dreams made the Calusa larger-than-life figures in European New World mythology.

It's not the dreams. It's this love of you that grows in me malignant.

Our dreams are made of real things, like a shoebox full of photographs.

You got to tell me the brave captain Why are the wicked so strong? How do the angels get to sleep When the devil leaves the porch light on? —Tom Waits "I never want to hear the screams Of the teenage girls in other people's dreams." —The Specials "The soul under the burden of sin cannot flee." —Iris Murdoch, The Unicorn

All life on Earth is subject to the rumbles and rockings of the parent stucture which has no control over the disastrous effects of its stresses and strains on whatever thrives on its surface. The ambitions and dreams of men are irrelevant to this planetary giant which pursues its own way in its own manner. Man is its child, tenant and still, to this date, its captive.

If you want to achieve your dreams, you must follow them, and the best way to follow them is not to think about wanting to be very rich, but to think about doing something that you really want to do.

Your whole life is ahead of you. Don't you ever forget that.

Our dreams are firsthand creations, rather than residues of waking life. We have the capacity for infinite creativity at least while dreaming, we partake of the power of the Spirit, the infinite Godhead that creates the cosmos.

Did you ever hear of a kid playing accountant, even if they wanted to be one?

Wild dreaming is what they desire most. Dreams that hold the scent of deep green moss, lichen, the place where the roots of a tree enter the earth, old stone, the dust of a moth's wings.

When he walked in her dreams moths rose from the earth where his paws touched the ground, as if born from his footfall. They followed him, a cloud of moths of all colours. And the music of moth wings followed him. And the dancing lights of the northern sky hung in his breath. In his eyes, a world of wild. On his coat, the colours of snow. In his voice, the wisdom of untamed things.

Do you dream when you are awake? do you imagine in words, in images? do you wander the pathways of what might have been, what might yet be and all that you might become? what is the shape of your imagination? are dreams important to you, part of the pattern of your soul?' 'Why do you wish to know?' he replied. For a long time she searched her heart for an answer. 'To better understand the geography of my heart' how it fits with the pattern of yours,' she said.

And so it seemed to her that he had always been a part of the landscape of her life, this great white bear. She brought him rosehips to sweeten his days, tried to explain how, once they had been flowers, but now were seeds. He had never seen a rose. He told her stories, coloured with every shade of white, and spoke of a sky that danced with lights. She felt that he understood how the world began, how it might end. And, even before they met, he walked in her dreams.

And it seemed to him that she has always been a part of the landscape of his dreams, though for many years he could not understand her shape, until the day they met. So he told her the stories of colours and spoke with the gentle wings of moths, and walked through the world with her by his side. He loved this red colour of rosehips, like blood, but sweeter. She loved the light of wild in his eyes, the scent of frost in his fur and the movement of wings.

The bear knows the scent of dreams as they flow like small streams through the air, and these streams are what they hunt, what they follow to their source, what they gather and bind.

And, if she dreamed of him first, before ever they met, it did not surprise her, for she knew the power dreams hold.

There was one true thing. Madeleine. The relief was beautiful. He fell asleep imagining her hands in his hands, holding one another in the darkness.

I saw your name in lights last night. It's the middle of the night, and I can't sleep, thinking all my trumpeting thoughts, and I get out of bed, open the curtains, and look into the night full of stars, and you know what I saw? Your name. Like the stars joined up and spelled the word for me. Like a sign.

Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear

I might have been born in a hovel but I am determined to travel with the wind and the stars.