Quotes About Dream

How do you go from where you are to where you wanna be? And I think you have to have an enthusiasm for life. You have to have a dream, a goal. And you have to be willing to work for it.

As Martin Luther King Jr. said in his "I Have a Dream" speech, whose fiftieth anniversary has now passed, "I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character."1 King's dream failed that night in Florida when Zimmerman decided to follow Martin because of the color of his skin.

Wilma was amazed that she, a sixteen-year-old high school girl, had a chance to be a part of the Olympics

Hope-to cherish a desire with expectation of fulfillment.

have been aiming for her dad

ago that yer were going to buy the biggest hat in Liverpool

To achieve the impossible dream, try going to sleep.

In my sleep I had a dream and this dream was a dream of guilt. It was not human guilt but the kind of helpless, hopeless despair that would be felt by a small wooden box or geometrical cube if such objects had consciousness; it was the guilt of sheer existence.

Another night, I dreamed I saw my father sweeping out the barn floor clean, and would not suffer the wheat to be brought in the barn. He appeared to me to be in anger.

I now realize what Dorothy means in the final scene from The Wizard of Oz, when she says that if you have to look beyond your front door for your heart's desire, perhapsit was never there to begin with. Maybe, like Dorothy, I should embrace the love right in front of me and not search for some elusive dream that never mattered in the first place.

If you imagine where you want to go, you stand a much better chance of getting there.

Briery Swamp slept. And May Ellen Bird, only a baby after all, who did not know the strange history of her town or even the name of it yet, was blissfully unaware that it slept with one eye open.

She didn't remember that Enrico hadn't called back until she woke up in the middle of the night, shooting out of a dream. She squinted in the dark, trying to recall where she'd been--- and then it came back to her. She'd been standing on the cartoon ground in Mexico, rocky and dry and flat, watching a single peach blossom blow across its surface. Birdie chased it, but it was too fast. It blew away from her.

Visionary Fiction speaks the language of the soul. It offers a vision of humanity as we dream it could be.

In the library I was handed a blueprint on how to live the mysterious, unnamable, big dream life I wanted. I was handed books. And through reading them, I grew up to find that very life.

He was her heart. He had changed all the molecules inside her. Sylvie had known love would come for her with the force of a tsunami. She'd dreamed of this

I always thought that I wanted that dream because I was romantic and destined to live a big life, but that wasn't true. I created that dream because real life scared me, and that dream seemed so far-fetched I didn't think it would ever happen. I'd never seen that kind of love in person. My parents loved each other, but badly, and they were miserable.

The dream was now in the air at risk of the elements beyond her grasp.

But on that pale hand is no ring of mine, To no one will I give it, ever. The new moon's golden beam forged it for me, And slipping it on in my sleep, whispered to me entreatingly; 'Treasure this gift, be proud of the dream!' I won't give the ring to anyone, ever.

And just how many city skylines Could have evoked my tears, But I know just one city in the world, And I can find it, blindfolded, in a dream.

You're the sinner, seeing the heavenly, Sweetest dream, before passing away…

But on that pale hand is no ring of mine, To no one will I give it, ever. The new moon's golden beam forged it for me, And slipping it on in my sleep, whispered to me entreatingly; "Treasure this gift, be proud of the dream!" I won't give the ring to anyone, ever.

Giles, if you were teasing about teaching me how to kiss, I'll never forgive you." "Perish the thought." Attractive self-mockery twisted those full lips. "How the devil can I resist turning you into another man's dream lover?

The human brain cannot encompass total absence. Like infinity, it is simply not something that the organ runs to. The space someone leaves must be filled, so we dream forever of those who are no longer here. Our minds make them live again.