Look into your own heart because who looks outside, dreams, but who looks inside awakes.
The library furnished our dreams, helped us shape our ambitions, made up people of books and ideas and grand designs.
He knew me in all the ways that truly mattered: the shape of my fears, the contours of my dreams.
I'm a journeyman actor, and I don't ever want to forget that. With romantic-lead dreams.
I am a walking piece of art every day, with my dreams and my ambitions forward at all times in an effort to inspire my fans to lead their life in that way.
Dreams come true if you survive the hard times!
Dreams can change histories and songs can alter destinies.
It is a sad hardship and slavery to people who live in towns, that in their movements they know of one dimension only; they walk along the line as if they were led on a string. The transition from the line to the plane into the two dimensions, when you wander across a field or through a wood, is a splendid liberation to the slaves, like the French Revolution. But in the air you are taken into the full freedom of the three dimensions; after long ages of exile and dreams the homesick heart throws itself into the arms of space.
You have the dreams that you want, and then you have to do other jobs until you can get to that dream.
You cannot live to please everyone else. You have to edify, educate and fulfill your own dreams and destiny, and hope that whatever your art is that you're putting out there, if it's received, great, I respect you for receiving it. If it's not received, great, I respect you for not.
Dreams don't have deadlines.
Consult not your fears but your hopes and dreams. Think not about what you have tried and failed, But what is still possible for you to do. To live is to change.
We have to be part of something larger than ourselves, because our dreams are often bigger than our lifetimes.
Adjust my dreams for me.
The first indication that we are killing our dreams is lack of time.
Yes I now feel that it was then on that evening of sweet dreams- that the very first dawn of human love burst upon the icy night of my spirit. Since that period I have never seen nor heard your name without a shiver half of delight half of anxiety.
I'm not really that girl who dreams about her wedding day.
I like the way dreams present themselves as words and images that are trying to get your attention using your model-making brain's ability to make up stories.
We sometimes from dreams pick up some hint worth improving by reflection.
I like to kill people in my dreams, so when I fall asleep be sure not to come too close.