Dream Quotes - Page 151

Dreams are the guardians of sleep and not its disturbers.

The virtuous man contents himself with dreaming that which the wicked man does in actual life.

Democracy wants to win by reason, not by arms or by any other material damage, because, look, I don't have to remind you that I am totally for peace. It is my greatest dream. It was and will remain so.

My life is a dream come true of a dream I never knew I even had

The function of the flashback is Freudian...You have to let them wander like the imagination or like a dream.

What is a television apparatus to man, who has only to shut his eyes to see the most inaccessible regions of the seen and the never seen, who has only to imagine in order to pierce through walls and cause all the planetary Baghdads of his dreams to rise from the dust.

Yes, I'd love to have a garden of my own--spacious, and full of everything that is fragrant and flowering. But if I don't succeed, never mind--I've still got the dream.

I have seen the rise and fall of Nazi tyranny, the subsequent cold war and the nuclear nightmare that for fifty years haunted the dreams of children everywhere. During that time my generation defeated totalitarianism. As a result, your world is poised for better tomorrows. What will you do on your journey?

McLaren started as the dream of one man, and it's since grown to encompass the hopes and dreams of more than 2000 men and women.

See your life as a giant adventure. Keep pushing the envelope, and remember that every dream starts off small.

We all need to have dreams. The question is, does the dream control you or do you control the dream?

I'm not just talking about analyzing symbols from a dream but bringing the dream into life. I'm talking about seeing the world around you as a waking dream where the symbols and synchronicities will speak to you if you pay attention. That's why I call it active dreaming because it's about getting active with all our dreams can be.

An aspiration is a joy forever, a possession as solid as a landed estate.

We have entered a period of intolerance which combines, as it sometimes does in America, with a sugary taste for euphemism. This conjunction fosters events that go beyond the wildest dream of satire- if satire existed in America anymore; perhaps the reason for its weakness is that reality has superseded it.

If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking.

You have created your fears. And you can choose to lay them to rest. You have created your dreams. And you can choose to bring them fully to life.

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream.

I have a dream: One day we will get to the promised land. Then the president will be me, The government will be Shabaam, Mos and Kweli...that's it! All wackness is now banned.

I have a very, very secret drive to become a dilettante, without the pejorative overtones or the obligation to produce myself. There's so much to examine, so much to contemplate. I have enormous enthusiasm when I start a new project but then there's the meetings and the counter-meetings, the rehearsals, the struggles. You have to keep pushing and pushing and pushing to get your dreams realised.

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.

For even in dreams a good deed is not lost.

Whenever we need to make a very important decision it is best to trust our instincts, because reason usually tries to remove us from our dream, saying that the time is not yet right. Reason is afraid of defeat, but intuition enjoys life and its challenges.

The rosy hearth, the lamplight's narrow beam, The meditation that is rather dream, With looks that lose themselves in cherished looks; The hour of steaming tea and banished books; The sweetness of the evening at an end, The dear fatigue, and right to rest attained, And worshipped expectation of the night,— Oh, all these things, in unrelenting flight, My dream pursues through all the vain delays, Impatient of the weeks, mad at the days!

Breath, dreams, silence, invincible calm, you triumph.

I've got hope, I've got dreams and I have aspirations. I don't need to climb mountains; I don't need to build nations. What I do need is the courage to look deep inside, Cos I'm me and from me I know I can't hide. I don't wish to fly, I'm quite happy to glide. I am who I am and I'll be me with pride.