Quotes About Dream

Time is a pool to swim & dream & create in.

To all the readers, whom despitethe attraction of tv, of internet, of family troubles, of video games, of sport, of night clubs, have found some hoursso we can all dream together.

Two hopeful hearts, two lands apart. Together there's no end to what our dream can start.

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit together at the table of brotherhood.

I always say to people, "If you share my dream, why don't we walk together?" And that's my only organizing tool.

It was a dream come true performing with her and just being on the same record. So in my eyes, she was the epitome of a great voice and for us to share together was awesome.

She wanted so badly to believe him. She sat on the edge of her bed and closed her eyes. And she realized what had been happening to her over the past weeks. He had been turning—so gradually that she had scarcely noticed the transition—from her nightmare into her dream. Because

having a dream and being on the journey to fulfilling it sometimes brings more happiness than actually achieving it. We have a habit, do we not, of thinking happiness is a future state if only this and that condition can be met. And so much of life passes us by without our realizing how happy we can be in this present moment, or how nearly happy.

That was what he got for lowering his guard and going off into a dream for a moment.

For she was being enticed again by a very old dream, one so old that she had thought it quite incapable of being revived. She had thought it could never bring her pain again.

Of course, it was all a wild dream, anyway. She could never enter into high society again.

Your dog has not lost any time in catching up on his beauty sleep." "Just do not utter any word that begins with w," she said, "especially with the letters a-l-k attached. You would soon discover how deeply asleep he is.

This whole strange episode was like some sort of bizarre dream. He could scarcely believe what had just happened. There had been no thought behind it, no reasoning, no sense.

He had loved her as she had loved him. A foolish youthful emotion that was as insubstantial as a dream—and that left enough pain in its wake to cripple one for a lifetime.

He wanted desperately to love her, to be able to make her happy, to be a family with her and their children. He wanted the dream—home, wife, children, love, happiness. Not fleetingly—gone almost before he could grasp it, darkness at its heart—but forever.

Some people look forward to going to heaven after they die," he said. "For years after I purchased it, Rose Cottage was the earthly heaven to which I aspired.

Already it felt like a dream. Already she felt the painful loneliness of the coming weeks and months—perhaps years.

But underneath, in the place of dream and feeling, she is going places that she, on the surface, would not understand.

Each one of us has a fire in our heart for something. It's our goal in life to find it and keep it lit.

For some things there are no wrong seasons. Which is what I dream of for me.

Language is, in other words, not necessary, but voluntary. If it were necessary, it would have stayed simple; it would not agitate our hearts with ever-present loveliness and ever-cresting ambiguity; it would not dream, on its long white bones, of turning into song.

Try to find the right place for yourself. If you can't find it, at least dream of it.

For some things there are no wrong seasons. Which is what I dream for me.

Fear defeated me. And yet, not in faith and not in madness but with the courage I thought my dream deserved, I stepped outside.