Quotes about Dream

Each of us has an inner dream that we can unfold if we will just have the courage to admit what it is. And the faith to trust our own admission. The admitting is often very difficult.

Only one thing makes a dream impossible: the fear of failure.

Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dream.

My speaking is meant to shake you awake, not to tell you how to dream better.

In
a dream you're brave and courageous and will do or say whatever. But
come time to return to Reality..does your bravery and courage come too?

If we cannot reliably interpret the ringing of an alarm clock in a dream, how can we hope to perceive Truth?

Instead of looking at one's dreams to understand one's life, it may make more sense to look at one's life to understand one's dreams.

Our eyes are holden that we cannot see things that stare us in the face, until the hour arrives when the mind is ripened; then we behold them, and the time when we saw them not is like a dream.

To fulfill a dream, to be allowed to seat over lonely labor, to be given the chance to create, is the meat and potatoes of life. The money is the gravy. As everyone else, I love to dunk my crust in it. But alone, it is not a diet designed to keep body and soul together.

Birth and death are doors through which you pass from one dream to another. Someone is born on Earth in France as a powerful king, rules for a time, then dies. He maybe reborn in India, and travel in a bullock cart into the forest to meditate. He may next find rebirth in America as a successful businessman; and when he dreams death again, reincarnates perhaps in Tibet as a devotee of Buddha and spend his entire life in a lamasery. Therefore hate none and be attached to no nationality, for sometimes you are a Hindu, sometimes a Frenchman, sometimes an Englishman, or an American or a Tibetan. What is the difference? Each existence is a dream within a dream, is it not?

A warm breeze blew through my window like a gentle wave lapping the sandy shore in summer at low tide, and as I took in a breath of air that blanketed my body like tall grass in a field I felt for just that moment in time, like I did when I was a child. I felt that I had not one worry, not one burden, nothing was on my mind accept that breeze that made the curtains swell like balloons.

She thinks, "Hey,
How did I come to this?
I dream myself a thousand times around the world,
But I can't get out of this place"

If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible, who still wonders if the dream of our Founders is alive in our time, who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer.

It's the answer told by lines that stretched around schools and churches in numbers this nation has never seen; by people who waited three hours and four hours, many for the very first time in their lives, because they believed that this time must be different, that their voice could be that difference.

Each new year is a surprise to us.  We find that we had virtually forgotten the note of each bird, and when we hear it again, it is remembered like a dream, reminding us of a previous state of existence.  How happens it that the associations it awakens are always pleasing, never saddening, reminiscences of our sanest hours.  The voice of nature is always encouraging.

You are never given a dream without also being given the power to make it true. You may have to work for it, however.

A dream cannot come true unless you dream that dream.

A dream is a massive magic trick of the mind.  No amount of science could explain away the mysterious wonder.

Once I thought I saw you in a crowded hazy bar,
Dancing on the light from star to star.
Far across the moonbeam I know that's who you are,
I saw your brown eyes turning once to fire.

I am just a dreamer, but you are just a dream,
You could have been anyone to me.
Before that moment you touched my lips
That perfect feeling when time just slips
Away between us on our foggy trip.

In search of some rest, in search of a break
From a life of tests where something's always at stake
Where something's always so far
What about my broken car?
What about my life so far?
What about my dream?

That's a logical place to find each other because this place works almost as a natural selection for people that have this intention to jump off the margin of the map and we all meet here - where the lines of the map converge.  There is no point that is south of the South Pole. ... Those are the professional dreamers - they dream all the time.  And I think, through them, the great cosmic dreams come into fruition, because the universe dreams through our dreams.  And I think that there's many different ways for the reality to bring itself forward and dreaming is definitely one of these ways.

There is a town in north Ontario,
With dream comfort memory to spare,
And in my mind
I still need a place to go,
All my changes were there.

Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.

Art will remain the most astonishing activity of mankind born out of struggle between wisdom and madness, between dream and reality in our mind.

To accomplish great things one must not only act but also dream, not only dream but also believe.

There is no telling how many miles you will have to run when chasing a dream.

The mix of illusion and reality that runs through the play is also a particularly relevant theme at this time.  For this is at the heart of what we do each year.  With your participation, we visit people and worlds where the normal, earthbound laws of physics no longer apply. ... Not only is the play filled throughout with the imagery of dreams, but Puck even addresses the audience at the play's close with the advice that if they've not been pleased with what they've seen, they should just tell themselves that they've been dreaming, and will wake up with nothing lost.  And what's to say that we haven't been dreaming while this parade of characters has performed across the stretch of our imagination?

Goodnight moon.  Sweet dreams.  Smile kindly upon this little blue gum ball of us while we sleep.

Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape
Lay as if new-created in all the freshness of childhood.

Powerful Dreams Inspire Powerful Action.
When you can taste, smell, and touch your dream, you can enroll the world.

The distance between your dreams and your reality is always traversable.  If you can dream it, you can make it so.

It's only a dream
Just a memory without anywhere to stay