Dreaming Quotes - Page 3

I had a dream about you the other day. I woke up and realized it was just a dream.

It is not the hysterical alone for whom the great dash of cold water is good.All who dream life, instead of living it,require some similar shock.

You have to be enthusiastic enough to do what is required for achieving your dreams and goals.

Dreams, if they're any good, are always a little bit crazy.

Whoa, you got my head in the cloudsWhoa, you got me thinking out loudThe more you dream about me the more I believeThat nothing's ever out of reachSo dream, dream, dream

A Gift for YouI send you...A cottage retreat on a hill in Ireland. This cottage is filled with fresh flowers, art supplies, and a double-wide chaise lounge in front of a wood-burning fireplace. There is a cabinet near the front door, where your favorite meals appear, several times a day. Desserts are plentiful and calorie free. The closet is stocked with colorful robes and pajamas, and a painting in the bedroom slides aside to reveal a plasma television screen with every movie you've ever wanted to watch. A wooden mailbox at the end of the lane is filled daily with beguiling invitations to tea parties, horse-and-carriage rides, theatrical performances, and violin concerts. There is no obligation or need to respond. You sleep deeply and peacefully each night, and feel profoundly healthy. This cottage is yours to return to at any time.

I had a dream about you. You were a stranger playing a gig in this pub where I was waitressing. I felt like I knew you or needed to, so I asked you to have a few drinks with me. Then my alarm went off. I sat up in bed to see you still sleeping. I’m glad I decided to wear a kilt that summer while I was in school.

Dreaming permits each and everyone of us to be quietly insane every night of out lives.

When does God turn a want into a need? When you feel the same way almost every day. Your thoughts can be distracted for a short period of time, but your mind will always take you back to the one place that feels like home.

When you wake up from a dream you have only a few precious moments before the details of the dream begin to dissipate and the memory fades.Not all dreams are significant or worth remembering.But the ones that are . . . happen again.So, wait for the dream to return. And never be afraid. Instead, consider it an opportunity to learn something profound and possibly wondrous about yourself.

Yet mad I am not...and very surely do I not dream.

Wise is the one who flavors the future with some salt from the past. Becoming dust is no threat to the phoenix born from the ash.

Sometimes the gap between what you are and what you want to be is a little piece of paper called your college degree. So jump.

Angel dust blown a sunder,Nestling on the edge of unchartered dreams,Filtering the dileneation between ones desires & needs.

I had a dream about you. We installed Dr. Robert Jarvik’s artificial heart in a mannequin and brought it to life, only to later kill it because a creature that’s all fake heart and no brain is what’s commonly called a “politician,” and must be destroyed.

I'll never waste my dreams by falling asleep. Never again.

Dreaming is escaping. Daydreaming is a form of self protection. Dissociation is Survival

I had a dream about you last night... you were crying over spilt ink screaming "the words, the what could have been beautiful words.

Don't give up on your dreams.

I learned a long, long time ago, that I could accomplish things in this place we call reality and yet still spend most of my time in the better reality of my mind.

I had a dream about you last night... you were a giant slinky and I watched you fall down the stairs.

I had a dream about you last night. You were at my door. We had forgotten what we used to fight about. So, I let you in and we made coconut pancakes like it was the very first time.

McAfee, I could try this case in my sleep and still win.""Guess that's your plan, then, since you're clearly dreaming.

Our dreams are little stories or puzzles that we must solve to be free, Sebastian said. He was reading out loud from Wilson's notebook. My dream is me offering me a solution to the conundrum of my life. My dream is me offering me something that I need and my responsibility to myself is to try to understand what it means. Our dreams are a thin curtain between survival and extinction.

Humility makes us more friendly Happiness makes us more lively.Love makes us more caringDream makes us more daring.Trust makes us more forgivingKindness makes us more loving.Hope gives us the joy of dreamingPeace gives us the joy of living.

Am I an old man who changed into a butterfly, or a butterfly who thinks he was once an old man?

You must not fear that clutching at your dreams will shatter them so they run through your fingers like sand. That way lies a life spent in yearning. But yearning is only a season of dreaming, for dreams, if nurtured, become strong.

It is a fact that if an impulse from one or the other sphere comes up and is not lived out, then it goes back down and tends to develop anti-human qualities. What should have been a human impulse becomes a tiger-like impulse. For instance, a man has a feeling impulse to say something positive to someone and he blocks it off through some inhibition. He might then dream that he had a spontaneous feeling impulse on the level of a child and his conscious purpose had smashed it. The human is still there, but as a hurt child. Should he do that habitually for five years, he would no longer dream of a child who had been hurt but of a zoo full of raging wild animals in a cage. An impulse which is driven back loads up with energy and becomes inhuman. This fact, according to Dr. Jung, demonstrates the independent existence of unconscious.

I had a dream about you. We were ice fishing in my freezer. I caught a few cold beers, and you wondered if we should drink them, or throw them back because they were babies.

Cherish your existence, for memories become legacies and life can change in an instant.

The worst part about dreaming? You have to wake up.

And now she must continue the day as if the strange dream hadn’t picked up her life and shaken it upside down like a snow globe, dislodging everything that wasn’t glued down."The Dream Jumper's Promise

Dreaming is good but dreaming without action makes you a dreamer. Stop dreaming and start acting. That is the only way to take your mental picture to a reality series that can lead to a successful venture.

If you want your dreams to work out for you, you must work with them. Pay the price and have the package of your accomplishments in full versions.

For the ones who dream of stranger worlds.

Dreams do come true for those who dare to believe in themselves.

I should have known right then that I was dreaming. But oh how we hang on to dreams even when we are gifted the largest of clues.

I had a dream that I would be successful and happy in life…I woke up running out of breath, because I’ve been chasing this dream for quite a while now.

It is not just bookstores and libraries that are disappearing but museums, theaters, performing arts centers, art and music schools— all those places where I felt at home have joined the list of endangered species. The San Francisco Chronicle, the Los Angeles Times, the Boston Globe and my own hometown paper, The Washington Post, have all closed their weekend book review sections, leaving books orphaned and stranded, poor cousins to television and the movies. In a sign of the times, the Bloomberg News website recently transferred its book coverage to the Luxury section, alongside yachts, sports clubs and wine, as if to signal that books are an idle indulgence of the super-rich. But if there is one thing that should not be denied to anyone rich or poor it is the opportunity to dream.

Promise me you'll never stop dreaming.

And she was really good at that: even since she was a little girl, she could eliminate the hours, knew how to kill the minutes. Without them suffering from it, she put them to sleep.

till, silentlywithout one peep, the angels come, their watch to keep.They'll hold you safe while dreaming deep. The pillow cool beneath your head,all star lit is your feather bed which glides the moonbeams like a sled,above towns which glitter blue and red.

Men speak of dreaming as if it were a phenomenon of night and sleep. They should know better. All results achieved by us are self-promised, and all self-promises are made in dreams awake. Dreaming is the relief of labor,the wine that sustains us in act. We learn to love labor, not for itself, but for the opportunity it furnishes for dreaming, which is the great under-monotone of real life, unheard, unnoticed, because of its constancy. Living is dreaming. Only in the graves are there no dreams.

I stood in your doorway this morningdreaming you’d turn aroundyou’d tilt your headyou’d softly whisper ”stay”or that you’d grab my armsto shake me while askingwhat the hell are we doingwe loveeach otherand this is not rightso we will make this worknow stay!You poured your coffee. Stirred the spoon like a crystal manwith your back to me and not a sound. the fridge humming elegies while the clock ticked onand the streets are so clean here people rushing to workand maybe I should be tooby nowat this agethis stagethis town.I will stand in that doorway dreamingfor many nights to come.

To every dreamer, you direct the light of all the world!

Your fate is never determined when your massive imagination is.

It is easy to arrange the words in a story born out of a dream; for a story without a dream, a story itself is not enough.

I had a dream about you last night, you were the same piece of S**t I know and hate in real life.

I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do.

The Sun can rise anytime in your dreams. And there night may fall anytime as well.

I would fight every angel between us until God said, "Yes.

A Gift for YouI send you...The gift of a letter from your wise self. This is the part of you that sees you with benevolent, loving eyes. You find this letter in a thick envelope with your name on it, and the word YES written boldly above your name.My Dear,I am writing this to remind you of your 'essence beauty.' This is the part of you that has nothing to do with age, occupation, weight, history, or pain. This is the soft, untouched, indelible you. You can love yourself in this moment, no matter what you have, or haven't done or been. See past any masks, devices, or inventions that obscure your essence.Remember your true purpose, WHICH is only Love.If you cannot see or feel love, lie down now and cry; it will cleanse your vision and free your heart.I love you; I am you.

Every decision you make in life will stem from one of two options: love or fear. Choose love.

I had a dream about you last night. Our vices had wings and our fears could breathe fire. There was nowhere to hide and we were trapped alive. So you reached for your sword and slashed my arm, waking me and saving my life.

Nobody will achieve anything just by dreaming.

I had a dream about you last night. We stopped telling each other about our dreams when we realized we were still inside them.

In that silence, I dream to be.

I don’t miss anyone. If I did I would do something about it. Besides, some people come back...in dreams. That’s when they’re honest.

Do not stop dreaming because dreams are not real.

Dreams have a profound way of waking us up.