Quotes About Dream

Even at the age of 12, I knew I had to become a bodybuilder. I don't know why or how, but I just knew.

I knew early on that I wanted to entertain in some form. And I knew I would work as hard as anyone to do it.

Every since I started playing basketball, I wanted to be just like Kobe. To get to see him play in person, and to meet him, was just a dream come true.

Making it to the league, that was my dream. But my mom saw to it that we watched our share of the WNBA too. Greatness is greatness, right?? And as much as I learned about that from seeing Kobe win his rings... I also learned about it from seeing Sheryl Swoopes and Lisa Leslie win theirs.

When I was 12, 13 years old, I fell in love with the game. I saw Kobe Bryant play. I wanted to be a part of it.

Anybody who loves music in Korea would love to go to Coachella, as like a dream wish.

That is a reward that humbles me: the fact that immigrants coming to America, much like I did, can come into a Forever 21 and know that all of this was started by a simple Korean immigrant with a dream.

I decided to an actress because of the film 'La Dolce Vita.'

I absolutely had a dream of doing 'Man of La Mancha' one day; that's a long time ago.

Before I retire I'd like to play in La Liga.

I hear the first drops. Like the tapping of a stranger at the door of a dream, the rain changes everything.

The bookstore was a wreck. That much hadn't been a dream. I began to stand and stopped, realizing there was a sheet of paper taped to my coat. Dazedly, I pulled it off. If you leave this bookstore and make me track you, I will make you regret it to the end of your days. ~ Z I began to laugh and cry at the same time. I sat, clutching the paper to my chest, elated. He was alive! .

He touches my face. There is something different in his touch. It feels like he's saying good-bye, and I know a moment of panic. But my dream sky darkens and sleep's moon fills the horizon. "Don't leave me." I thrash in the sheets. "I'm not, Mac." I know I am dreaming then, because dreams are home to the absurd and what he says next is beyond absurd. "You're leaving me, Rainbow Girl.

No nightmare could have conjured the nauseating food she'd choked down late last night, nor in any dream would she have subconsciously surrounded herself with such primitive amenities. Fertile though her imagination was, it was not sadistic.

She threw open the window to breathe in the spring air, heavy with the sweet perfume of roses and heather. To her right was the rolling glen beckoning her to come and walk. 'Sit here awhile and dream your thoughts on this flat rock.' How often had she done that?

But in a dream I might get to see the part of the swamp where her body washed up, bloated and rippling, or where she escaped to, if the dream was beautiful.

The girl has a funny way of romanticizing things.

Who doesn't dream of it? The silence that blots up thought. The silence that frees one from the burden of being oneself.

Det bästa målet är en nattlång rast, där elden tänds och brödet bryts i hast. På ställen, där man sover blott en gång, blir sömnen trygg och drömmen full av sång.

For nothing could be better than living a modest, simple, and free life in an egalitarian society. It took some time before I recognized this as no more than a beautiful dream; that freedom is more important than equality; that the attempt to realize equality endangers freedom; and that, if freedom is lost, there will not even be equality among the unfree.

I have this dream, she and I side by side in life, turning front to front in lovemaking, back to back in threat, protecting each other.

To you the offering of this thought, The greeting of my poetry, To you this work of solitude, O slaves of din and vanity. In silence did my sad sigh name You Cecily's unmet by me, All of you Psyches without wings, Mute sisters of my soul! God grant you, unknown family, One sacred dream mid sinful lies, In the prison of this narrow life Just one brief burst of that other life.

Charity thought of the Yukon, the dream of adventure that had carried her so far from her home, and the turn of fate that had led to the place she stood now, in the arms of the man she loved. And she smiled.

The secret magic of this country lay hidden, buried under buildings and blood; but it had never gone away, and it would never disappear. It lay waiting, lost in its own endless dream.