Quotes About Dream

Kate Moss makes you dream. She has such a passion for art and the creative process.

It's the most amazing cast, a dream cast. We laugh all the time.

The most important thing in life is, if you have a dream, I mean a real good dream, follow it.

Motherhood is a joy! I have dreamed about being a mother since I was 12 years old, and there's nothing disappointing about it.

There is a sense of motion and a concise, immediate image in haikus and Anishinaabe dream songs.

My medium is music, but my goal is to motivate people to dream.

I dream of being champion and dream going out as champion. That's my biggest motivation.

I believe that we are lost here in America, but I believe we shall be found. And this belief, which mounts now to the catharsis of knowledge and conviction, is for me--and I think for all of us--not only our own hope, but America's everlasting, living dream.

Everything was such a damned nice idea when it was an idea.

And now it is time for a final act of courage. I urge you: March proudly into your own dream.

The thing about a story is that you dream it as you tell it, hoping that others might then dream along with you, and in this way memory and imagination and language combine to make spirits in the head.

You have taken many risks. You have been brave beyond your wildest expectations. And now it is time for a final act of courage. I urge you: March proudly into your own dream.

The thing about a story is that you dream it is you tell it, hoping that others might then dream along with you, and in this way memory and imagination and language combine to make spirits in the head

This land looks dreamt, willed, potent.

Oh, all of us dream That we are flying the skies With our eyes open

Memory is a dream to begin with.

O for a beakerful of the warm South!

The difficulty is that we get ourselves caught in a double bind: we work so hard that we do not allow ourselves time to dream, and therefore we continue to work hard because we have not had the time to dream up an alternative. If you are ever sacked or made redundant, then I suggest you thank the good Lord above.

It's a bad dream: my English teacher is standing naked at the foot of this slightly lumpy bed, clutching a pair of not-quite-white underpants in his hand, studying me with this creepy look on his face, the one he gets when he's reading aloud in class and wants us to think he's moved by the passage.

The past is not alive to them the way it is to Georges; they do not remember—and thus do not see the reality of things. That reality is the dream Georges has come to embody: that a black man can become a nobleman and be better educated and more talented and powerful than the white plantation owners.

At birth, we emerge from dream soup. At death, we sink back into dream soup. In between soups, there is a crossing of dry land. Life is a portage.

Simultaneously a frantic, high-tech juggernaut and a timeless Asian dream, Bangkok straddles like no other metropolis the boundary between acrid and sweet, soft and hard, sacred and profane. It's a silk buzz saw, a lacquered jackhammer, a steel-belted seduction, a digital prayer.

A Chinaman of the T'ang Dynasty—and, by which definition, a philosopher—dreamed he was a butterfly, and from that moment he was never quite sure that he was not a butterfly dreaming it was a Chinese philosopher. Envy him; in his two-fold security.

I had a dream which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air