Quotes About Dream

For the longest time, I wanted to become a pianist. That was kinda my thing.

I'm launching my own festival in South Wales. It's something I've wanted to do for a long time. It's going to be held at Margam Park, because I wanted the venue to be as close to my home as possible.

Guys who are unavailable are actually a dream come true for me because I'm unavailable all the time. It's great they're not down your throat.

The time to save God's Dream is now. The people to save God's Dream are you.

It was always summer and the future called We were ready for adventure and we wanted them all And there was so much left to dream And so much time to make it real

I was very afraid to write a novel - it was a dream for a very long time, and it was one of the few things that I was afraid to try.

I have been aspiring to write some sort of literature for a long time.

No blessing goes uncontested. It will take a long time to get your dream.

Focus more on your desire than on your doubt, and the dream will take care of itself.

Nothing exists; all is a dream. God—man—the world—the sun, the moon, the wilderness of stars—a dream, all a dream; they have no existence. Nothing exists save empty space—and you!

Nothing exists. All is a dream. God—man—the world—the sun, the moon, the wilderness of stars—a dream, all a dream; they have no existence. Nothing exists save empty space—and you…. And you are not you—you have no body, no blood, no bones, you are but a thought.

And when he awoke in the morning and looked upon the wretchedness about him, his dream had had its usual effect: it had intensified the sordidness of his surroundings a thousandfold.

A well put together unreality is pretty hard to beat.

Life itself is only a vision, a dream. Nothing exists; all is a dream. God--man--the world--the sun, the moon, the wilderness of stars--a dream, all a dream; they have no existence. Nothing exists save empty space--and you!

It must be very peaceful, he thought, to lie and slumber and dream forever and ever, with the wind whispering through the trees and caressing the grass and the flowers over the grave, and nothing to bother and grieve about, ever any more.

There is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a Dream, a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And You are but a Thought — a vagrant Thought, a useless Thought, a homeless Thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities.

That which I have seen, in that little moment, will never go out from my memory, but will abide there; and I shall see it all the days, and dream of it all the nights, till I die. Would God I had been blind!

everything in a dream is more deep and strong and real than is ever its pale imitation in the unreal life which is ours when we go awake and clothed with our artificial selves in this vague and dull-tinted artificial world.

It is all a dream – a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought – a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities.

How fairylike does everything appear to her enchanted vision!

we slept, if one might call such a condition by so strong a name—for it was a sleep set with a hair-trigger.

Qué apacible debía de ser, pensó, yacer y dormir y sonar por siempre jamás, con el viento murmurando por entre los árboles y meciendo las flores y las hierbas de la tumba, y no tener ya nunca molestias ni dolores que sufrir.

That which I have seen, in that one little moment, will never go out from my memory, but will abide there; and I shall see it all the days, and dream of it all the nights, till I die. Would God I had been blind!

My acquaintance smiled—not a modern smile, but one that must have gone out of general use many, many centuries ago—and muttered apparently to himself: Wit ye well, I saw it done .  Then, after a pause, added: I did it myself. By the time I had recovered from the electric surprise of this remark, he was gone. All that evening I sat by my fire at the Warwick Arms, steeped in a dream of the olden time