Quotes About Dream

And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose and it's always daisy-time.

The ultimate dream in life is to be able to do what you love and learn something from it.

I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.

Believe it or not, Id love to go to the moon.

Being a kid growing up with Kurosawa films and watching Sergio Leone movies just made me love what it could do to you, and how it could influence you - make you dream.

By the time we got to Woodstock we were half a million strongAnd everywhere there was song and celebrationAnd I dreamed I saw the bombers riding shotgun in the skyAnd they were turning into butterflies above our nation

Sitting in a park in Paris, France, Reading the news and it sure looks bad. They won't give peace a chance. That was just a dream some of us had.

My dream placed me at the centre of Being itself, and there was no escape. It took me months to understand what this meant. During this time, I came to a more complete, personal realization of what the great stories of the past continually insist upon: the centre is occupied by the individual.

Art bears the same relationship to society that the dream bears to mental life.

My dream car would be a Maserati. That would be amazing.

El amor es un sueño para dos, en el que frecuentemente uno sueña y el otro se deja soñar.

Does truth lie in the everyday events, the daily incidents, in the pettiness and vulgarity most people's lives are compounded of, or does the truth have its abode in the dream it is given us to dream to flee our sad human condition?

Demora-se entre as nuvens, preguiçosa, abre a custo os olhos sobre o campo, ai que vontade de dormir até não ter mais sono!

O desejo nascia dela, de seu peito, do silêncio, do devaneio, da solidão, do sonho. Sem motivo, sem ponto de partida, sem semente nem raiz. Nascendo dela — "de minha ruindade mesmo, Norminha" —, de seu corpo em febre, crescendo naquela carne estrumada de ausência, de penúrias, de maldições; ânsia plantada no esterco de sua danação:

I have always imagined Paradise as a kind of library.

I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.

The mind was dreaming. The world was its dream.

Siempre imaginé que el Paraíso sería algún tipo de biblioteca.

Immersed in solitude, he would dream or read far into the night. By protracted contemplation of the same thoughts, his mind grew sharp, his vague, undeveloped ideas took on form.

Chez les uns, c'est un retour aux âge consommés, aux civilisations disparues, aux temps morts ; Chez les autres, c'est un élancement vers le fantastique et vers le rêve, c'est une vision plus ou moins intense d'un temps à éclore dont l'image reproduit, sans qu'il le sache, par un effet d'atavisme, celle des époques révolues.

It's all down to knowing how to do it, knowing how to concentrate your mind on a single point, knowing how to abstract yourself sufficiently to bring about the hallucination and therefore substitute the dream of reality for reality itself.

I have a wish and a dream that medical and scientific societies will apologise to their ME patients.

Usually I say I have no imagination.

If we hope for what we are not likely to possess, we act and think in vain, and make life a greater dream and shadow than it really is.