Quotes About Dream

The dream recedes, but leaves a residue.

I knew, somehow, that the city behind me was Tucson—a dream Tucson thrown up out of the collective yearning of an era. That it was real, entirely real. But the couple in front of me lived in it, and they frightened me.

The thing is---fear can't hold you any more than a dream...

Here at last was the imagined but never fully realized place leaping into real life.

El miedo no puede hacer más daño que un sueño.

The thing is – fear can't hurt you any more than a dream.

The thing is fear can't hurt you any more than a dream

If you could shut your ears to the slow suck down of the sea and boil of the return, if you could forget how dun and unvisited were the ferny coverts on either side, then there was a chance that you might put the beast out of mind and dream for a while.

On the other side of the island, swathed at midday with mirage, defended by the shield of the quiet lagoon, one might dream of rescue; but here, faced by the brute obtuseness of the ocean, the miles of division, one was clamped down, one was helpless, one was condemned, one was—

Mawidge is a dweam wiffin a dweam. The dweam of wuv wapped wiffin the gweater dweam of everwasting west. Eternity is our fwiend, wemember that, and wuv wiw fowwow you fowever.

No. Not yet. A craftsman only. But I dream to be an artist. I pray that someday, if I work with enough care, if I am very very lucky, I will make a weapon that is a work of art. Call me an artist then, and I will answer.

The dweam of wuv wapped wiffin the gweater dweam of everwasting west. Eternity is our fwiend, wemember that, and wuv wiw fowwow you fowever.

Mawidge is a dweam wiffin a dweam.

E in quell'arco di tempo mio padre mi lesse La principessa sposa due volte. Anche quando fui in grado di leggere da solo, il libro rimase suo. Non mi sarei mai sognato di aprirlo. Era la sua voce, il suono delle sue parole che io volevo.

The life of the Spanish discoverers was one long day-dream. Illusion after illusion chased one another like the bubbles which the child throws off from his pipe, as bright, as beautiful, and as empty. They lived in a world of enchantment.

Over a nightdress she wears a lumpy kimono. Her eyes are dim with a morning expression of disillusionment, as though she had had a beautiful dream during the night and found on waking none of it was true. On her feet are worn dirty comfies)

It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident; that all men are created equal.

Objective evidence and certitude are doubtless very fine ideals to play with, but where on this moonlit and dream-visited planet are they found?

I do not dream , der Grimnebulin. I am a calculating machine that has calculated how to think. I do not dream. I have no neuroses, no hidden depths. My consciousness is a growing function of my processing power, not the baroque thing that sprouts from your mind, with its hidden rooms in attics and cellars.

I do not dream, der Grimnebulin. I am a calculating machine that has calculated how to think. I do not dream.

What had touched me sent me not into mindless silence but into a dream arena, where I was quarry.

Just as in the dream, the agitated mind creates a delusory dream world and the dreamer identifying himself with it takes it to be real and gains experience thereunder; so too in the waking state, the waker's mind being agitated, projects itself to a world of delusory plurality and he gains therein his experience of a world, seemingly real for him for the time being.

We want what we might call a destination postcard—a vivid picture from the near-term future that shows what could be possible. That

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