Dream Quotes - Page 352

I think the greatest thing about America is the American Dream.

We grow by our dreams.

The younger generation of rocket engineers is just beginning. They are of the new generation to which space travel is not going to be a dream of the future but an everyday job with everyday worries in which they will be engaged.

Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream.

Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight. Mercutio: And so did I. Romeo: Well, what was yours? Mercutio: That dreamers often lie. Romeo: In bed asleep while they do dream things true.

Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both.

Because it is a customary cross, As die to love as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers.

Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven, shall behold the night of our solemnities.

Thoughts are but dreams till their effects are tried.

Perhaps the heart of the American Dream was found in the search.

When I was a little boy, my dream was to play baseball and leave Cuba.

you know, a daydream properly utilized can be the most powerful force in the universe. One need only dream of freedom to begin to break the spell of enslavement.

If you love a Dream Woman ... let her stay the divine Woman of the Dream. To awaken and clasp flesh and blood, no matter how delicately tender, and find that love has sped at the dawn is a misery too deep for tears.

Naps are essential to my process. Not dreams, but that state adjacent to sleep, the mind on waking.

Believe in yourselves. Dream. Try. Do good.

O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes, The poets labouring all their days To build a perfect beauty in rhyme Are overthrown by a woman's gaze.

Long drawn, the cool, green shadows Steal o'er the lake's warm breast, And the ancient silence follows The burning sun to rest. The calm of a thousand summers, And dreams of countless Junes, Return when the lake-wind murmurs Through golden August noons.

Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness - why must they go out of the summer world into darkness?

It does not matter much whom we live with in this world, but it matters a great deal whom we dream of.

Waking up from a dream of violence is much the same as waking up from a dream of love. You must go on living your life.

You must learn to control your dreams or your dreams will forever control you.

I'm not out here looking for no garbage cans to curl up in. I'm looking for the same good dreams everybody else is hoping for, but I don't see where they are. Or maybe I see where they are, but I don't see how to get there.

I will always remember you, even though you had no idea I was even in the room. My words wouldn't come, I could only dream. A crush or a love?

Is it possible for anyone in Germany, nowadays, to raise his right hand, for whatever the reason, and not be flooded by the memory of a dream to end all dreams?