Quotes About Dream

I have these visions of myself being thirty, thirty-five, forty having a family.

All these were things that at present seemed like a dream, because Fascism was in power and Fascism wanted people to let themselves crumble away.

I was having that dream again, the good one where we're all in heaven and never heard of Treegap.

It was my own human mind. I needed to understand it. Why? It's the writer's landscape. Imagine that a painter has that wild animal to capture on canvas: arresting its fangs, the raging color of its eyes, the blue of it's hump, the flash of its hoofs, the rugged shadow that it casts. We writers have that beast inside us: how we feel, think, hope, dream, perceive.

I remember a friend many years ago who had taped a sign to his refrigerator: There's a dream dreaming us. If you try to think about what that means it makes your mind silly, but that silliness is good.

In my dream, the ghost of history lies down beside me, rolls over, pins me beneath a heavy arm.

Harder than waking from a nightmare was trying to wake herself into one.

My heart was a habitation large enough for many guests, but lonely and chill, and without a household fire. I longed to kindle one! It seemed not so wild a dream.

A single dream is more powerful than a thousand realities.

We men of study, whose heads are in our books, have need to be straightly looked after! We dream in our waking moments, and walk in our sleep.

It's true. I......I wanted to be born in the year of the cat......!

My goal might be impossible for me. Even so... I think it would be great if it came true. So I keep believing.

Something I tried to hold onto, to touch if only for a moment, but it slipped away from me like the air, like an illusion, or a dream that floats away and is lost. I wept in my sleep as though it was something I was losing now; a loss I was experiencing for the first time, and not something I had lost a long time ago.

Our society's drive for the "Great American Dream" has become a nightmare! It keeps many potential moral supporters lulled in a stupor of spiritual inactivity.

When you wish upon a star,Makes no diff'rence who you are,Anything your heart desires will come to you.

Shoot for the stars but if you happen to miss shoot for the moon instead.

"Be hole, be dust, be dream, be wind, Be night, be dark, be wish, be mind, Now slip, now slide, now move unseen, Above, beneath, betwixt, between." Something huge touched him, brushed him from head to feet, and he shivered. His hair prickled, and his skin was all gooseflesh.

You're alive, Bod. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything. If you can change the world, the world will change. Potential. Once you're dead, it's gone. Over. You've made what you've made, dreamed your dream, written your name. You may be buried here, you may even walk. But that potential is finished.

But he did not understand the price. Mortals never do. They only see the prize, their heart's desire, their dream... But the price of getting what you want, is getting what you once wanted.

There was once a young man who wished to gain his Heart's Desire.

[The Persian Empire] left a dream of the Middle East as a unit, and a unit where people of different faiths could live together.

I've never trusted collaborations, because most people in this world are not closers. They don't finish what they start; they don't live what they dream; they sabotage their own progress because they're afraid they won't find what they seek.

I am just a dreamer, but you are just a dream

Your victory has demonstrated that no person anywhere in the world should not dare to dream of wanting to change the world for a better place.