Quotes About Dream

Last night I had a dream. When I got to Africa, I had one hell of a rumble. I had to beat Tarzan's behind first, for claiming to be King of the Jungle.

If you even dream of beating me you'd better wake up and apologize.

Champions aren't made in the gyms. Champions are made from something they have deep inside them -- a desire, a dream, a vision.

Champions aren't made in gyms. Champions are made from something they have deep inside them – a desire, a dream, a vision. They have to have last-minute stamina, they have to be a little faster, they have to have the skill and the will. But the will must be stronger than the skill.

Champions aren't made in gyms. Champions are made from something they have deep inside them—a desire, a dream, a vision. They have to have last-minute stamina, they have to be a little faster, they have to have the skill and the will. But the will must be stronger than the skill. Many fighters have lost to less skillful opponents who had the will to win, who were determined to keep going.

Champions aren't made in gyms. Champions are made from something they have deep inside them-a desire, a dream, a vision. They have to have the skill, and the will. But the will must be stronger than the skill.

VICTORY - Champions have it deep inside of them - a dream, a desire, a vision. They have the last minute stamina. They have to be a little faster. They have to have the will and the skill. But the will must be greater than the skill.

I wake up choking, and my wife "rolls me over on my left side; "then I'm asleep in the dream I always see: "the tunnel choked "the dark wall coughing dust.

Curiously he was a modest man. And as his life dream became less and less likely Swingle became, as they say, merely philosophical—that is rueful, not embittered.

Enemies in reality, in reality friends in a dream. There is no hatred.

Fate is our subconscious, life as a repeating dream of the subconscious in a new rebirth. Memory is what guides us.

Every wish is an unfulfilled desire.

God is real. Simply, because He's that kind of reality that you can't experience and live; except when you are in the dream or the transcendent state.

Maybe what we take to be real is just a dream and the dream is the real reality of life. Who dreams while we sleep?

Nothing is so beautiful like owning a house.

Since a wish is like a dream, I believe your wish is granted. But it will remain as a dream without taking action to achieve your goals.

You can only dream and breathe while you are asleep. But making money in your sleep, that is pure Capitalism at its highest form.

Use your imagination. Dream big and find new ways to respond to present situations and responsibilities. Then you will uncover never-ending possibilities that inspire you to reach for continually higher achievements. We are sons of the "Creator," who created us to be creative. Nowhere in Scripture did God repeat an identical act.

The dream becomes a story, a myth. . . . And the story becomes a dream.

we can understand only too well how it was that the Israelite people of old, and the Jewish people of Jesus's day, could very easily forget that their national dream and God's purposes for them might actually be two quite different things. The prophets existed to remind them of the fact; but prophets were easy to ignore or forget. Or kill.

We are no longer slaves, and must not dream of going back to Egypt. Rather, because we are those who cry 'Abba, father!' we are not only children but heirs, heirs of the true promised land.

It wasn't simply about the sex any longer, wasn't simply about assuaging the skin hunger that haunted them both. It was about saying good-bye to a dream that had never had a chance.

Yes." She smiled, liking the word. "What I feel like right now—I'd compare it to waking from a dream and seeing the real world. It's a beautiful place, but it also has darkness. If you try to eradicate that darkness, you also destroy the light." Pain for the future of her people tightened her heart.

Illium was a stunning sight against the lightening sky, his wings sweeping through the air with a grace that made him seem a half-forgotten dream. When he landed in the courtyard, his wings flaring out for an instant, he was at once very much a man, physical and sexual, and an unattainable fantasy.