Quotes About Dream

ìIf one is lucky, a solitary fantasy can totally transform one million realities.

I, with millions of other Americans, have the same dream Martin Luther King Jr. had; when I wake up I wish some of the things I dreamt would be true. I wish that little black and white boys and girls would hold hands without being shocked at their nearness to each other and say in a natural way, "we have overcome."

Ne znam odakle je našla u meni sve te divne osobine o kojima nisam ni sanjao, niti sam želio da ih imam. Ali zašto bih kvario njenu naivnu sliku? Zašto joj ne bih izgledao tako kako me ona vidi? Bi?u njen ponos i zaštita, ovakav nikakav, podrža?u njenu vjeru u mene, jer joj je potrebna. Bi?u tobože snažni hrast nad njenom krhkom stabljikom. Izgleda da zaista sanjamo život.

no one could take her away from me alive; I held her pinned to the ground in that beastly grip. The river became silent; the only sound was that of bells within me, unknown and unrung until then, all of my bells, as if they were sounding an alarm. People would gather around; they did not concern me; they did not exist. Oh, my dream, which has become a victim.

San je ono što se želi, a život je bu?enje.

i sve pomalo li?i na onu nekadašnju no?, izdvojenu iz drugih, obilježenu tajnom. Sve je bilo, a opet li?i na san, ni na ?emu ne mogu da se zaustavim jer ništa ne znam, a držim se sje?anja, uporno. Nijednog putokaza nemam za traženje i zadovoljavam se onim što je bilo, od toga je u meni ostao pun osje?aj, neistrošen i nezadovoljen, i ostao je nekakav sanjarski miris, druga dimenzija, mogu?nost izvan onoga što se obi?no dešava.

Sve što nam se dešava, nije stvarnost, ve? naš san o stvarnosti. Kakva je onda ta stvarnost, i da li postoji? Ili je sam san stvarnost? Ko nas to drži u snu, i ko nas budi? Je li smrt bu?enje? Je li život u smrti?

After an hour or so when I was sure Piper was calm and safe I slipped off to be with Edmond and we said even less than usual only climbed inside each other for comfort and oblivion and fell asleep that way wrapped in black sheep blankets and together dreamt a single dream that there was no one left in the world but us.

You got caught up in some fantasy, and now you can't see anything at all.

Whenever I doubted myself, my dad would say, 'Grab that dream by the hands, Gwennie. Clutch until the knuckles go white.'" "Whose dream?" "It doesn't matter whose dream it is," she said. "Just that it's a dream.

Navigating this new world made Sunny feel like Dorothy stepping out from her black-and-white house into a world of color so bright it didn't seem real. Everything in this world seems like a dream.

I pray that it will be different when they're our age. I pray for a cure to the Virus so they can choose not to share their bodies before they're ready. I pray that they will have the power to choose when and how they will marry, make love, make babies. And I pray that they will not be judged if they choose not to do those things in the "right" order.... My sister and I close our eyes. We dream of a better world. We imagine what we can - and will - do to make it possible.

So where should we go at it?' asked Bastian. 'Anywhere you want me,' I murmured, dreamily. 'Pardon?' 'Anywhere,' I said. 'Why don't we start in a familiar place, so we are not nervous our first time?' I have to remind myself that this is real, and not part of the daydream. He's talking about the Storytelling Project. Not sex.

Tolstoy said about Ivan Ilyich: "What he longed for was impossible, but still he longed for it.

A place where you can see a good view is also a good place to sit and dream!

An honest government is the childish dream of the gullible men!

Anything that ends is a dream. This whole universe is a dream.

Fame is like a castle. Castles are beautiful to dream and wonderful to watch, but too encircled to live in!

Life is a dream and autumn is a dream within dream!

There are only two words with four letters which can make us fly: Wing and Love.

There is no need to dream in nature because you are already inside the dream!

Hey, I'm no artist, and all I had to work with was crayons and glitter—and a sad dream. Plus, my captive companion at the time was a seven-year-old girl with a pink bow in her hair.)

Froi saw the foolishness of dreamers, and he decided he'd like to die so foolish. With a dream in his heart about the possibilities, rather than a chain of hopelessness.

I think back to my dream of the boy, because in it I find solace. I like that word. I'm going to make it my word of the year. There is just something about that boy that makes me feel like I belong. Belong. Long to be . Weird word, but semantics aside, it is up there with solace .