Quotes About Dream

No le perteneces. Tampoco me perteneces a mi. Tú eres tu propio sueño.

Inside a mist, inside a dream, a young man and woman were remade.

This was not the frustration one feels at waking from a sweet dream. It was the desolation of having found the place that fits, the one true place, and experiencing the first heady sigh of rightness before being torn away and cast back into random, lonely scatter.

A dream, just a dream. Damn it. How had it gotten in? Lurking vulture dreams, circling, just waiting for her to nod off.

Hija de mi corazón. Dos veces mi hija, mi alegría. Tu sueño es mi sueño, y tu nombre es la verdad. Tú eres nuestra única esperanza.

I'm not a dream," said Sarai. There was bitterness in her voice. "I'm a nightmare.

Si el sueño elegía al soñador, entonces el suyo había elegido mal. Necesitaba a alguien mucho más audaz que él. Necesitaba trueno, avalancha, grito de guerra y torbellino. Necesitaba fuego.

There comes a certain point with a hope or a dream, when you either give it up or give up everything else. And if you choose the dream, if you keep on going, then you can never quit, because it's all you are.

São apenas livros – disse a si mesmo. Apenas papel e tinta. Papel, tinta e anos. Papel, tinta, anos e seu sonho. Ele balançou a cabeça. O sonho estava em sua mente e em sua alma. Thyon podia roubar seus livros, mas não podia lhe roubar isso.

It was a very small wish. These beads were just scuppies,

Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there's no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.

That is to say, he had a dream-- a guiding and abiding one, so much a part of him it was like a second soul inside his skin. The landscape of his mind was all given over to it. It was a deep and ravishing landscape, and a daring and magnificent dream. Too daring, too magnificent for the likes of him. He knew that, but the dream chooses the dreamer, not the other way around.

What happened fifteen years ago? What power could erase a name from the minds of the world? Lazlo wanted to go and find out. That was his dream, daring and magnificent: to go there, half across the world, and solve the mysteries for himself. It was impossible, of course. But when did that ever stop any dreamer from dreaming?

He shook his head. His dream was in his mind and in his soul. Thyon might steal his books, but he couldn't steal that.

Figlia del mio cuore. Doppiamente figlia, mia gioia. Il tuo sogno è il mio sogno, il tuo nome è realtà. Tu sei tutta la nostra speranza».

It was why she dared to no longer dream: because in her own sleep she was like any dreamer, at the mercy of her unconscious. When she fell asleep, she was no sorceress or dark enthraller, but just a sleeping girl with no control over the terrors within her.

This was not the frustration one feels at waking from a sweet dream. It was the desolation of having found the place that fits , the one true place, and experiencing the first heady sigh of rightness before being torn away and cast back into random, lonely scatter. The place was each other, and the irony was sharp, since they couldn't be in the same place, and had come no closer to each other in physical reality.

I think you're a fairy tale. I think you're magical, and brave, and exquisite. And…" His voice grew bashful. Only in a dream could he be so bold and speak such words. "I hope you'll let me be in your story.

It was a deep and ravishing landscape, and a daring and magnificent dream. Too daring, too magnificent for the likes of him. He knew that, but the dream chooses the dreamer, not the other way around.

Wishes don't just come true. They're only the target you paint around what you want. You still have to hit the bulls-eye yourself.

Nein", sagte er mit einem Lächeln, "Du bist märchenhaft. Du bist magisch, mutig und wundervoll. Und...", fuhr er mit plötzlicher Schüchternheit fort, denn nur in einem Traum konnte er solche gewagten Worte überhaupt aussprechen: "... ich hoffe, du lässt mich Teil deiner Geschichte sein.

Everyone I know who put any energy into a backup plan is now living that backup plan instead of their dream. Put all your energy into your dream. That's the only way it will ever become real.

If the dream chose the dreamer, then his had chosen poorly. It needed someone far more daring than he." Strange the Dreamer

Hence life, as through a cloud, for me I see Vanish, and to the past's dark shade 'tis chas'd; As a grand image love remains to me-- Sole remnant of a dream, by morn effac'd.