Quotes About Dream

Dream. You have permission to dream. And besides, if you don't have a dream, how can you have a dream come true?

Lei vaga in una grande stanza con una porta in fondo, l'uscita dalla sua solitudine. Qualche volta vede la porta ma fa finta di niente, continua a vagare e lamentarsi a dire a se steso, starò sempre solo. Io invece vago in una stanza senza porte. Posso tutt'al più sognare una porta.

I see my future now not as something intangible like a dream, but like a boat meeting land after time spent at sea, a destination I will reach.

Our unconscious ideals cause us to sacrifice our true lives to a beautiful chimera, a haunting dream, a compelling illusion.

IF LOVE LOVES, THERE IS NO WORLD NOR WORD. ALL IS LOST SAVE THOUGHT OF LOVE AND PLACE TO DREAM.

Goodness me. You don't ask for the moon, do you?" "Oh, what a good idea! The moon. Yes, I'd love the moon, please. That will be all. I'll never ask for anything ever again ever.

I had a disturbing dream last night. Most disturbing. Would you like to hear it?" "Absolutely," lies Zeus, who has, in common with us all, a horror of hearing the details of anyone else's dreams.

I was being paid to do what I loved, and there's no gig on earth better than that; it's like a license to steal.

The essential and defining characteristic of childhood is not the effortless merging of dream and reality, but only alienation. There are no words for childhood's dark turns and exhalations. A wise child recognizes it and submits to the necessary consequences. A child who counts the cost is a child no longer.

Him's name is Roland, Mama. I dream about him, sometimes. Him's a King, too.

I think we're actually talking about creative sleep. Like your bedroom, your writing room should be private, a place where you go to dream.

The Black Angel came up from the roots and down from the branches. Her fingers are death and her hair is full of cobwebs and dream is her kingdom.

her whole life had been a long and easy dream to lull her helplessly into this waking nightmare.

The pain wasn't tidal. That was the lesson of the dream which was really a memory. The pain only appeared to come and go. The pain was like the piling, sometimes covered and sometimes visible, but always there.

At three in the morning the gaudy paint is off that old whore, the world, and she has no nose and a glass eye. Gaiety becomes hollow and brittle, as in Poe's castle surrounded by the Red Death. Horror is destroyed by boredom. Love is a dream.

I'm back, Eddie! the asthma yelled gleefully. I'm back and oh, I dunno, this time I just might killya! Why not? Gotta do it sometime, you know! Can't fuck around with you forever! Eddie's chest surged and pulled. He groped for the aspirator, found it, pointed it down his throat, and pulled the trigger. Then he sat back in the tall Amtrak seat, shivering, waiting for relief, thinking of the dream from which he had just awakened.

Kojak drifted down deeper, now into real sleep, now into a dream, a good dream of chasing rabbits through the clover and timothy grass that was belly-high and wet with soothing dew. His name was Big Steve. This was the north forty. And oh the rabbits are everywhere this gray and endless morning— As he dreamed, his paws twitched.

Aspirations are useless, because to aspire, is to reach. Dream, they say, but not too big. Laugh, they say, but not too loudly. Love, they say, but not too hard.

I want to speak to the dream in your heart. That dream that has taken a backseat as you have strived to live up to something different.

A dream, a wild dream of removing ourselves from the cares and sorrows of this miserable world and creating a world of our own. A long shot, yes, but who's to say it can't happen?

In life you dream, you step out and you make it happen.

What ever you do choose life, don't neglect your dream invest time to make it happen.

If you believe in yourself, nothing is impossible. Without a dream you cannot have an aim and without an aim you cannot achieve and to dream you must have faith in yourself.

An author's dream does not necessarily come instantly. Rather, it is cultivated and nurtured, every epiphany and idea are like rain drops that bring life to the story being written.