Quotes About Dream

Don't worry about the thing on the stairs. If you don't want to be "woke," it's terribly cozy to sleep on peacefully while vast tracts of American horror culture allow you to float in Amity's warm and woozy dream.

And this brought forth a dream and soon enough/ This dream itself had all my thought and love

Heart-mysteries there, and yet when all is said It was the dream itself enchanted me ("The Circus Animal's Desertion")

A king is but a foolish labourer Who wastes his blood to be another's dream. -from "Fergus and the Druid

Is this my dream, or the truth? O would that we had met When I had my burning youth; But I grow old among dreams, A weather-worn, marble triton Among the streams.

Never give all the heart, for love Will hardly seem worth thinking of To passionate women if it seem Certain, and they never dream That it fades out from kiss to kiss; For everything that's lovely is But a brief, dreamy, kind delight. O never give the heart outright, from "Never give all the heart

Aedh tells of the perfect Beauty" O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes, The poets labouring all their days To build a perfect beauty in rhyme Are overthrown by a woman's gaze And by the unlabouring brood of the skies: And therefore my heart will bow, when dew Is dropping sleep, until God burn time, Before the unlabouring stars and you.

Fellow-wanderer, Could we but mix ourselves into a dream, Not in its image on the mirror!

But once in a while the odd thing happens, Once in a while the dream comes true, And the whole pattern of life is altered, Once in a while the moon turns blue.

This Lunar Beauty This lunar beauty Has no history, Is complete and early; If beauty later Bear any feature It had a lover And is another. This like a dream Keeps other time, And daytime is The loss of this; For time is inches And the heart's changes Where ghost has haunted Lost and wanted. But this was never A ghost's endeavour Nor, finished this, Was ghost at ease; And till it pass Love shall not near The sweetness here Nor sorrow take His endless look.

Les 'hommes de bonne volonté', feel Their politics perhaps unreal And all they have believed untrue, Are tempted to surrender to The grand apocalyptic dream In which the persecutors scream

On the north verandah is a wooden porch swing where Annie and I sit on humid August nights, sip lemonade from teary glasses, and dream.

To The Hand" What the eye sees is a dream of sight what it wakes to is a dream of sight and in the dream for every real lock there is only one real key and it's in some other dream now invisible it's the key to the one real door it opens the water and the sky both at once it's already in the downward river with my hand on it my real hand and I am saying to the hand turn open the river

I'm hoping that people should hopefully give me another chance to dream big and to deliver on those dreams.

In the dream world of Matisse and the gritty reality of American frontier, the diversity of women in our society offers the chance for greater exploration and even greater inspiration.

I'm trying to be a professional singer. ... I've never been given the chance before. But here's hoping it'll change.

That was my dream, to drive for Ferrari, but I am not a kid any more. If Ferrari is the best team and if I get the chance to drive for Ferrari, it would be with pleasure.

With each passing minute comes the chance to dream, create and inspire

I never thought I'd get a chance to sing with Wilson Pickett but we did.

I went to theater school but never really got the chance to do theater, and it's always been a dream of mine.

The College World Series, that's the end-all deal as a college player. To get a chance to play in the World Series and win it, that was surreal.

I'm sorry that the young athletes in basketball will not get the chance to play (in the Olympics) anymore, and live that dream.

If you were given one wish, what would you wish for? To wish no more.

She blinked once, then twice, and yet again, sure what she viewed was just another part of this fantasy world that she had stepped into when her feet touched the green grass of Ireland.