Quotes About Dreams

Just really, really believe in what you're trying to do. Don't let people alter that. Let people advise you and lead you down paths to make smart business decisions. But trust your instinct and trust that overwhelming drive that made you put all your dreams and everything on the line.

You're a classic case of Horney's: the man who comforts himself not with what he achieves, but with what he dreams of achieving.

Dealing dreams and destruction to a pattern plagued world.

He who awakens is conscious in Dreamland.

He's at the library, I think. Safe and sound in his world of books... Maybe he'll write one someday.

We don't create a fantasy world to escape reality, we create it to be able to stay.

I believe that God gives you hopes and dreams in a size that's too large, so you have something to grow into.

When you fill your soul by listening to and acting on your intuition, you'll find yourself moving toward the fulfillment of your dreams.

There is something about knowing you are not safe in sleep that gives a person bad dreams. The expectation of being woken every night — that feeling of insecurity and dread I remember carrying around with me as my marriage was drawing to a close, like a rotting smell I couldn't find the source of, shit I didn't know I stepped in. The subconscious starts sending messages: Be vigilant. Don't relax. Here's a boogeyman or two to keep your nerves on edge.

On a lazy Saturday morning when you're lying in bed, drifting in and out of sleep, there is a space where fantasy and reality become one. Are you awake, or are you dreaming? You see people and things; some are familiar; some are strange. You talk, you feel, but you move without walking; you fly without wings. Your mind and your body exist, but on separate planes. Time stands still. For me, this is the feeling I have when ideas come.

She shrugged. "He visits me in my dreams, which are quite real and have become more frequent." How odd it was to hear her say that, as she always forbade me to talk about the supernatural, and ghosts in particular, even when I was a child and I believed I saw spirits or had premonitions.

Paulo Coelho gives you the inspiration to follow your own dreams by seeing the world through your own eyes and not someone else's.

After Jimena left, Serena sat in a chair and set her cello on the end pin between her knees. She loved the way she had to hug the cello when she played. She dreamed of meeting her idols some day in a master class or onstage, someone like Yo-Yo Ma or Han-Na Chang. She picked up her bow and began to play. The music flowed around her, sad and filled with longing.

She hid Endymion in a cave; and now, three nights each lunar month, she leaves the moon to visit her sleeping lover and cover him with silver kisses. In his sleep, Endymion dreams he holds the moon. He has given Selene many daughters to guard the night. They are powerful and beautiful like their mother, and mortal like their father.

When she fell asleep, she dreamed of a woman riding the moon across the sky. Her pale hair caught the light of the sun, and the long curls became iridescent rainbows that wrapped the world with love and peace. "There's someone you have to meet," the woman in the dream said. "Hurry.

Fall asleep dreaming of the promise tomorrow brings.

famine and cry out for comfort and security. We may even turn back to the mud puddles we left behind. All the while, ahead of us are the pure rushing waters our souls were designed to dive into. A sweet place of complete trust in God, great faith, and dreams come true is out there. And inside of us something calls us to dive in and experience the riches of the deep.

Dream, O youth! Dream manfully and nobly, and thy dreams shall be prophets!

Make no small plans; they have no magic to stir men's souls. President Spencer W. Kimball

Budapest is a prime site for dreams: the East's exuberant vision of the West, the West's uneasy hallucination of the East. It is a dreamed-up city; a city almost completely faked; a city invented out of other cities, out of Paris by way of Vienna — the imitation, as Claudio Magris has it, of an imitation.

I don't use drugs, my dreams are frightening enough.

The right brain is future oriented. It's where our aspirations, our dreams, our longings reside. It's where creativity is born. This is the part of your brain that doesn't care that you haven't done it before—in fact it's energized by newness and bored by routine.

There's an ancient saying in Japan, that life is like walking from one side of infinite darkness to another, on a bridge of dreams. They say that we're all crossing the bridge of dreams together. That there's nothing more than that. Just us, on the bridge of dreams.

We are the nation of dreams. We are seers. We are wizards. We speak in visions. Our letters are like flocks of doves, released from under our hats. We have only to stretch out our hand and desire, and what we wish for settles like a kerchief in our palm. We are a race of sorcerers, enchanters. We are Atlantis. We are the wizard-isle of Mu.