Quotes About Dream

I am forty years old, and I have only just learned this fundamental truth myself. Love. In the best of times, it is a dream. In the worst of times, a salvation. I am in love. There it is. I have written it down. Soon I will say it out loud. To him. I am in love. As crazy and ridiculous and implausible as it sounds, I am in love. And I am loved in return. And this --love-- gives me the courage I need for today.

Should that be enough for her? Was she wrong to want passion? To dream of something—someone—more? She'd always imagined love to be turbulent and volatile, an emotion that would sweep her up and break her to pieces and reshape her into someone she couldn't otherwise have become.

Love is what remains when everything else is gone. This is what I should have told my children when we left Texas. What I will tell them tonight. Not that they will understand yet. How could they? I am forty years old, and I only just learned this fundamental truth myself. Love. In the best of times, it is a dream. In the worst of times, a salvation

A life, not merely existence. That was her dream.

was the dream that had brought her here and she passed it on to me. But, it was a lie. For people like us, anyway.

What she thought, over and over again, was if only.

something you wish you'd

dream home, a huge, semicircular log house that sat

No había sido consciente de lo mucho que había necesitado un sueño, pero este la había transformado: ya no era la pobre Tully, huérfana y abandonada, sino una joven decidida a comerse el mundo. La meta restaba importancia a la historia de su vida, le daba algo a lo que aspirar, a lo que aferrarse.

That's my dream job, to be able to mail songs out to people who want to hear them. Paste my face on them and not travel all over the world trying to sell them.

THE BIG PIECE of secular conventional wisdom about Protestantism has been that it gave a self-righteous oomph to moneymaking and capitalism—hard work accrues to God's glory, success looks like a sign of His grace. But it seems clear to me the deeper, broader, and more enduring influence of American Protestantism was the permission it gave to dream up new supernatural or otherwise untrue understandings of reality and believe them with passionate certainty.

Khi chào t? bi?t gi?c m? h?nh phúc ?? tr? v? v?i hi?n th?c ph? phàng, ? gi?a là m?t v?c th?m khôn cùng, n?u không trào n??c m?t thì ch?ng có cách nào v??t qua ???c.

Ojalá el sueño fuera realidad y la realidad fuese un sueño!», pienso. Pero es imposible. Por eso, al despertarme, siempre estoy llorando. No es porque esté triste. Es que, cuando regreso a la realidad desde un sueño feliz, me topo con una fisura que me es imposible franquear sin verter lágrimas. Y eso, por más veces que me ocurra, siempre es así.

I wished the dream were real, and this reality a dream. But that wasn't the case. And that was why, whenever I woke up, I'd be crying. It wasn't because I was sad. When you return from a happy dream to sad reality, there's a chasm you have to step across, and you can't cross it without shedding tears. It doesn't matter how many times you do it.

Suddenly, she gave a little half-smile and whispered dreamily; "When I was a little girl, here for the summer, I used to ride my bicycle to Mass." I know; the Karê wanted to say. I used to watch you.

When she got control of herself a few minutes later, she realized that in his arms she felt almost what she had in her dream, that inexpressible sense of peace and security. Of belonging, utterly. As long as her soulmate was alive, and they were together, she would be all right.

She heard Stefan's voice. "Elena! Let go! Fall and I'll catch you!" How strange, Elena thought, as if in a dream. His love and panic had distorted his voice somehow - making him sound different. Making him sound almost like- "Elena! I'm with you!" -like Damon. Shaken out of her dream, Elena looked below her. And there was Damon, standing protectively in front of Meredith, looking up at her, with his arms held out. He was with her.

No, I'll dream another dream," he said. "I've made up so many things, now I'll just go into one. I'll be part of it.

You can't just go out- No, I'll dream another dream.

She let herself fall backwards into the music, and it was like falling in a dream, without fear. It was like being a raindrop falling into the ocean that had started you.

I just want to die. Oh, why did I get made if it was just for this? There's got to be someplace I belong, something I'm meant to do that's different. Because I don't fit in this world, in this life. And if there isn't something more, I'd rather be dead. I want to dream something else.

Oh, it's delightful to have ambitions. I'm so glad I have such a lot. And there never seems to be any end to them-- that's the best of it. Just as soon as you attain to one ambition you see another one glittering higher up still. It does make life so interesting.

Without the ontological assumption which goes with it, what is called science, is nothing but the dreamer's well-ordered dream.

I hope that what you take away from my album is not just the music - which I did want to be fun, and I did want it to be about individuality, but please also take away from it that there's no dream that's too big.