Quotes About Dream

Never be afraid to hope," Rohan said gently. "It's the only way to begin.

Every night for the rest of my life, I'll dream of the afternoon in the holloway, when I was waylaid by a dark-haired beauty who devastated me with the heat of a thousand troubled stars, and left my soul in cinders. Even when I'm an old man, and my brain has fallen to wrack and ruin, I'll remember the sweet fire of your lips under mine, and I'll say to myself, 'Now, that was a kiss.'" Silver-tongued

McKenna…I never dared to dream about this." His thick lashes swept downward, and he pressed his forehead against hers. "I did," he said gruffly. "For thousands of nights I dreamed of making love to you. No man on earth has ever hated sunrise as much as I do." He

I've dreamed of this for so long," he whispered. "The first time we met, part of my brain said, 'I want that one.

Never be afraid to hope," Rohan said gently. "It's the only way to begin.

You're not like any man I've ever known," she said. "You're not even someone I could have dreamed. You're like someone from a fairy story written in a language I don't even know." "The prince, I hope." "No, you're the dragon, a beautiful wicked dragon." Her voice turned wistful. "How could anyone have a normal everyday life with you?

Actually just recently I came up with that idea, watching the movie 'Legally Blonde' and I was like, 'Cool, that's something I want to do.'

Height is a short man's dream of perfection. It's also narrow-minded. How high you stand isn't as important as how magnificent you are.

It was always a dream house, and like a dream, it has no end.

My head was a desolate place and as barren as the bare hills of Le Marche. Until I began to build in it, only vultures nested there. The palace started as a single vaulted room and grew in proportion to my despair. It began as an exercise to keep my mind from its melancholy, then it became a dream and a necessity. . . . I built a temple in my head. . . . Its hallways were as lofty as a cathedral, and the arch of each window as supple as a bow. Its corridors were the passages of my own brain.

The palace started as a single vaulted room and grew in proportion to my despair. It began as an exercise to keep my mind from its melancholy, then it became a dream and a necessity. . . . I built a temple in my head. . . . Its hallways were as lofty as a cathedral, and the arch of each window as supple as a bow. Its corridors were the passages of my own brain.

If I were a lucky girl I would have won the lottery or something. Maybe I had, I thought, staring dreamily at Marcello.

The trick," she says, "is to find a new dream for the next part of your life. Then empty nest becomes a beginning, not an ending.

The trick," she says, "is to find a new dream for the next part of your life. Then empty nest becomes a beginning, not an ending." "I know." I try to shift her off the subject.

What can I say to convince you the Houses of Parliament dissolve night after night to become the fluid dream of the Thames? I will not return to a universe of objects that don't know each other, as if islands were not the lost children of one great continent. The world is flux, and light becomes what it touches.

Must have been one tasty churro. You're looking all kinds of orgasmic." Embarrassed, she replied, "How would you know what orgasmic looks like on me?" "I can dream, can't I?" Startled, she was saved from replying when her cell phone began to ring

If you love a Dream Woman ... let her stay the divine Woman of the Dream. To awaken and clasp flesh and blood, no matter how delicately tender, and find that love has sped at the dawn is a misery too deep for tears.

Chaque matin, je me dégage des bras enchanteurs de Morphée, pétrifiée à l'idée de ces heures interminables qui s'égrèneront lentement jusqu'à ce que je puisse me replonger dans l'oubli bienfaisant d'un nouveau sommeil.

Oh! Many a time and oft had Harold loved, or dream'd he'd loved since Rapture is a dream.

There is no beauty or romance or mystery in the sea except for the men that sail abroad upon it, and those who stay at home and dream of them.

Ease your whiskers, rest your paws, Pies and puddings fill the stores Sweetly dream the night away Till sunshine brings another day

With a soft laugh that turned her on even more, he brushed one last kiss to her temple. Lock up, Willa. Dream of me. And she knew she would.

What is it you want?" he asked softly. Anything.

You saw the star first, she whispered. You make the wish. I wish for your wish. For whatever your heart desires.