Quotes About Dream

We all dream of finding but what's wrong with looking?

In one extremely satisfactory dream I was the rain and fell with merry violence on streets and asphalt rooftops...

But all I can say is our future is airborne. I never saw a winter so blue. We all dream of finding but what's wrong with looking? When the sun rises we'll know what to do.

A FEW YEARS AGO a man won the Spanish national lottery with a ticket that ended in the number 48. Proud of his "accomplishment," he revealed the theory that brought him the riches. "I dreamed of the number 7 for seven straight nights," he said, "and 7 times 7 is 48.

I believe man will fly and I base this assumption on the fact that God has blessed us with minds that are capable of imagining it. Anything that can be dreamt of will eventually be built. Anyone who says otherwise is a fool. (As quoted by a fictional Leonardo in DaVinci Demons)

Întrucât nu poÈ›i face ce doreÅŸti, doreÅŸte-È›i ceea ce poÈ›i face.

He was part of my dream, of course -- but then I was part of his dream, too.

So she sat on with closed eyes, and half believed herself in Wonderland, though she knew she had but to open them again, and all would change to dull reality.

The Unicorn looked dreamily at Alice, and said Talk, child. Alice could not help her lips curling up into a smile as she began: Do you know, I always thought Unicorns were fabulous monsters, too? I never saw one alive before! Well, now that we have seen each other, said the Unicorn, If you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you. Is that a bargain?

Anon, to sudden silence won, In fancy they pursue The dream-child moving through the land Of wonders wild and new, In friendly chat with bird or beast - And half believe it true.

Is Life itself a dream, I wonder?

Why, about you ! Tweedledee exclaimed, clapping his hands triumphantly. And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be? Where I am now, of course, said Alice. Not you! Tweedledee retorted contemptuously. You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream! If that there King was to wake, added Tweedledum, you'd go out--bang!--just like a candle! I shouldn't! Alice exclaimed indignantly.

Are there any lions or tigers about here?' she asked timidly. 'It's only the Red King snoring,' said Tweedledee. 'Come and look at him!' the brothers cried, and they each took one of Alice's hands, and led her up to where the King was sleeping. 'Isn't he a LOVELY sight?' said Tweedledum.

in Wonderland, though she knew she had but to open them again, and all would change to dull reality--the grass would be only rustling in the wind, and the pool rippling to the waving of the reeds--the rattling teacups would

You'd have to be half mad to dream me up

daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.

Is all our life then, but a dream?

A boat beneath a sunny sky, lingering onward dreamily in an evening of july - [...] long has paled that sunny sky: echoes fade and memories die. autumn frosts have slain july. [...] ever drifting down the stream - lingering in the golden gleam - life, what is it but a dream?

Only I do hope it's my dream, and not the Red King's! I don't like belonging to another person's dream

So I wasn't dreaming, after all," she said to herself, "unless—unless we're all part of the same dream. Only I do hope it's my dream, and not the Red King's! I don't like belonging to another person's dream," she went on in a rather complaining tone: "I've a great mind to go and wake him, and see what happens!

Ever drifting down the stream ? Lingering in the golden gleam ? Life, what is it but a dream?

Wake up, Alice dear!'' Said her sister ''Why,what along sleep you've had!'' ''Oh, I've had such a curious dream!'' Said Alice. and she told her sister, as well as she could remember them, all these strange Adventures of hers that you have just been reading about ;

her sister, as well as she could remember them, all these strange Adventures of hers that you have just been reading about; and when she had finished, her sister kissed her, and said, 'It was a curious dream, dear, certainly: but now run in to your tea; it's getting late.' So Alice got up and ran off, thinking while she ran, as well she might, what

would gather about her other little children, and make THEIR eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long ago: and how she would