Quotes About Dream

Our art is an adventure. It is a dream come true.

Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream, And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream.

It was a dream world, a kind of Alice in Wonderland, with its kings and queens, princes and princesses, and our millions of loyal subjects. But it wasn't real, and it couldn't last.

My dream is to collaborate with a mature person.I feel like my talents were being wasted in art school. I would like to try something else, but not the obvious or usual thing.

I always wanted to be a doctor and go to art school, but I thought Id regret it if I didnt act.

Visual media is the dominant art form in our present day culture, whereas poetry is, at best, a proxy. Yet poetry and film are both "dream factories."

I have the dream to continue being in an art context, but also be able to continue doing stuff in television on the web.

One day I would like to have my own art show.

I'm only lookin' for a fantasy, an interlude from reality.

I'd love to be a writer one day

I still have this crazy idea

Early in the morning of October 8, 1991, Mrs. Florence A. Snegg of Uvula, Michigan, was having an extremely vivid dream in which her son, Russell, was involved in a terrible automobile accident. Suddenly she was awakened by the ringing of her telephone. On the line was a Missouri state trooper, calling long distance to remind Mrs. Snegg that she had never had children

Lara. The power of the Triangle is the power of a god. Take that power, and every other person in the world becomes a bit player on your stage. Their lives become figments of a dream that you're having. — Lord Richard Croft

A vision without a task is but a dream; a task without a vision is but drudgery; a vision and a task is the hope of the world. —From a church in Sussex, England, ca. 1730

Una visión sin una tarea no es sino un sueño; una tarea sin una misión no es sino un trabajo penoso. La conjunción de una visión y una tarea es la esperanza del mundo. —INSCRIPCIÓN EN UNA IGLESIA DE SUSSEX, INGLATERRA, ALREDEDOR DE 1730.

Words are too easy," he says. He opens his book. "What looks like truth and sounds like truth might be nothing but a dream, nothing but a story I wish had happened.

three baskets into which you should put your eggs. I call them the security basket, the retirement basket, and the dream basket.

The opportunity came up here, and presto, there you go. Sometimes that's all you need for a major life change: a dream.

If you can't live in the world you have, make one up.

The dream is so pleasant: to extend a limited sub-portion of yourself into a simulated world and pretend for a while that you are blissfully less. Less than an omniscient being.

It says: 'Scenery is here. Wish you were beautiful.

Here is how to avoid thinking about any of this by practicing and playing until everything runs on autopilot and talent's unconscious exercise becomes a way to escape yourself, a long waking dream of pure play. The irony is that this makes you very good, and you start to become regarded as having a prodigious talent to live up to.

The nameless anxiety of the dream is indescribably horrid - the wide, Jeni, feels she simply must (wiper) must (wiper) must catch the husband's car in order to avert some kind of crisis so horrible it has no name.

To die, - To sleep, - To sleep! Perchance to dream: - ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life;