Quotes About Dream

When you're Shredder for Halloween as a kid, and now you get to play him, it's like a childhood dream come to life.

I'd love to play Hamlet.

It always seemed somehow less real here... a really detailed dream, but sort of washed out, like a thin watercolor. Softer, somehow, even with their electric light and engines and everything. I guess it was because there was hardly any magic.

Instead of cursing the darkness, light a candle in your own heart. Say to God, "If you will give me a vision of what a godly spouse would look like, then I'm willing to make changes." Then read the Bible and look for those passages that tell you what a Christian husband or wife should be. Let this be your dream, and meditate on it throughout the day. Ask God to help you live up to his model.

Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a dream fulfilled is a tree of life. —Proverbs 13:12

Let's begin by stating our objective," I said. "If in six months you could have your fondest wish, what would it be?

America ... loves the successful sociopath and thinks it's normal to dream of becoming like him.

He could not play the game without hope; could not play the game without a dream. They had taken it all away from him now, they had turned away from him and there was nothing for him now. The plane gone, his family gone, all of it gone. They would not come. He was alone and there was nothing for him.

He could not play the game without hope; could not play the game without a dream. They had taken it all away from him now, they had turned away from him and there was nothing for him now. The plane gone, his family gone, all of it

could not play the game without hope; could not play the game without a dream. They had taken it all away from him now, they had turned away from him and there was nothing for him now. The plane gone, his family gone, all of it gone. They would not come. He was alone and there was nothing for him.

Then she dropped like a stone and was asleep when her head hit the ground, sound asleep, gone. Brian smiled and squatted by the fire and studied the dog sleeping.

You dream of a desert, where mirages are your rulers and tormentors, yet these images come from you.

But what kind of profession is this, writer?" my mother would ask. "You want to be this?" I want to be this.

I thought I heard an axe chop in the woods It broke the dream; and woke up dreaming on a train. It must have been a thousand years ago In some old mountain sawmill of Japan. A horde of excess poets and unwed girls And I that night prowled Tokyo like a bear Tracking the human future Of intelligence and despair.

Contemplating a flame perpetuates a primordial reverie. It separates us from the world and enlarges our world as dreamers. In itself the flame is a major presence, but being close to it makes us dream of far away, too far away. The flame is there, feeble and tiny, struggling to stay in existence, and the dreamer goes on to dream of elsewhere, losing his own being by dreaming on a grand, on a too grand scale by dreaming of the world.

Well-determined centers of revery are means of communication between men who dream as surely as well-defined concepts are means of communications between men who think.

La poésie n'est pas une tradition, c'est un rêve primitif, c'est l'éveil des images premières.

Il semble que dans le monde intermédiaire où se mêlent rêverie et réalité, il se réalise une plasticité de l'homme et de son monde sans qu'on ait jamais besoin de savoir où est le principe de cette double malléabilité

I own an island. Because when you have a chance to own an island, you just do.)

This is what mankind has always wanted... that the environment should respond to human thought. That is the core of magic and the oldest dream of mankind, and, here on me, it is fact.

For four wicked centuries the world has dreamed this foolish dream of efficiency; and the end is not yet. But the end will come.

The Sierra is no better than Bloomsbury when once the novelty has worn off. Besides, these mountains make you dream of women—of women with magnificent hair.

You're just another american who is willfully ignorant of the big red, white and blue dick being shoved up your asshole every day... The owners of this country know the truth... it's called the American dream because you have to be asleep to believe it!

And off we go, out onto the highway looking for a little fun. Perhaps a flatbed truck loaded with human cadavers will explode in front of a Star Trek reunion. One can only dream and hope.