Quotes About Dream

Her mom and dad are both doctors and want her to follow her dream, not turn out the way they have, no matter how much it costs them.

Why are you scared to dream of god when it's salvation that you want?

I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to do a big radio country album.

Be very clear as to what your dream is. Nowadays it is fairly certain that 90 percent of all actors really just want to be rich and famous as the solution to all that ails.

To be honest, when you're young and you watch The Deer Hunter for the first time, that's when you're like, "That's what I want to do."

When I'm anywhere, I'm going to show God that I'm thankful just for life. I'm living out my dream. This is what I want to do.

This is the beauty I want. Beauty has got to be astonishing, astounding-- it's got to burst in on you like a dream, like the exquisite eyes of a girl.

Baseball will be back to Montreal, I want to see it. I want it to happen before I die. I will see it

And as well as I dream, I reason if I want, for that's just another kind of dream.

The night draws to an end, the dream dims in the pale silver of awakening. Kruppe ceases, weary beyond reason. Sweat drips down the length of his ratty beard, his latest affectation. A bard sits, head bowed, and in a short time he will say thank you. But for now he must remain silent, and as for the other things he would say, they are between him and Kruppe and none other. Fisher sits, head bowed. While an Elder God weeps. The tale is spun. Spun out. Dance by limb, dance by word. Witness!

The final aspect of Kruppe to complete this dream's array of those faces facing him which are Kruppe's own. Or so you would proclaim. You are Humility but, as everyone knows, Humility has no place in Kruppe's life, remember that. So here you will stay.

Taking up the sword is the last act of desperate men. Mark my words and find yourself a more worthy dream.

One day I'll be a soldier," Ganoes said. The man grunted. "Only if you fail at all else, son. Taking the sword is the last act of desperate men. Mark my words and find yourself a more worthy dream.

As the writer Arthur Koestler astutely observed, "Johannes Kepler became enamored with the Pythagorean dream, and on this foundation of fantasy, by methods of reasoning equally unsound, built the solid edifice of modern astronomy. It is one of the most astonishing episodes in the history of thought, and an antidote to the pious belief that the Progress of Science is governed by logic.

I'm not sure if my dream is a dream, or a nightmare.

Fulfillment—the Third Ingredient Essential to Producing Passion. Fulfillment is the third ingredient necessary to produce a passion. The good news is that you don't have to do anything extra to develop this ingredient. It happens automatically as you complete each step toward your dream. Each time you complete a task, step, or goal, you think to yourself, "Wow! I did it! I'm that much

The days passed in a dream. I pictured our reunion again and again, played it out in my mind over and over until I'd almost worn a groove in my thoughts, so deep that it seemed the only thing I could think of was our reunion. Anticipation is a gift. Perhaps there is none greater. Anticipation is born of hope. Indeed it is hope's finest expression. In hope's loss, however, is the greatest despair.

Reading Marguerite Young's 1,200-page Miss MacIntosh, My Darling was like slipping into a luxurious opium dream.

I had a dream that all the babies prevented by the pill showed up. They were mad.

Until the rainbow burns the stars out in the sky Until the ocean covers every mountain high Until the dolphin flies and parrots live at sea Until we dream of life and life becomes a dream Always

You live only in the imagination of the one who created you, and have no past other than that. Your life is bright, fluttering dream, a butterfly against the sky, a spiralling petal falling down from a high branch, a falling snowflake approaching a hot coal. No more than this. You have never been alive.

Dream or reality? I still don't know which. But I was aware, in my heart, that illusion or not, I was no longer virgin in this body, and that Beth Metatronim was responsible for it.

The air was hushed and still as if the fog were an enchantment beneath whose spell the whole world slept.

She had sacrificed a potential relationship for the sake of a dream that could never be real.