In dreams you don't need to make any distinctions between things. Not at all. Boundaries don't exist. So in dreams there are hardly ever collisions. Even if there are, they don't hurt. Reality is different. Reality bites. Reality, reality.
I speak for those children who cannot speak for themselves, children who have absolutely nothing but their courage and their smiles, their wits and their dreams.
Dreams, ideas, and plans not only are an escape, they give me purpose, a reason to hang on.
If I thought that any of this was pre ordained, then it takes away any kind of incentive to struggle, or to put up with things, to reach for those impossible dreams, all those dramatic things.
It would be a fine thing, in which I hardly dare believe, to pass our lives near each other, hypnotized by our dreams.
Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.
It's easier to swoon in pious dreams Than do good actions.
There is some consolation in the fact that, even though your dreams don't come true, neither do your nightmares.
People who dream small dreams continue to live as small people.
Can a dream be wrong? Aren't dreams God's way of telling you things?
I had dreams, but I didn't have the sense that they would necessarily work out. They seemed very far-fetched.
In the end, the overriding factor in whether or not you realize your dreams is going to be you. Not the world. YOU.
Women have to summon courage to fulfill dormant dreams.
Often it's just a short swim from the shipwreck of your life to the island paradise of your dreams, assuming you don't drown in the metaphor.
The future is a convenient place for dreams.
Real flight and dreams of flight go together. Both are part of the same movement. Not A before B, but all together.
Dreams, and predictions of astrology. . . . ought to serve but for winter talk by the fireside.
Obviously one must hold oneself responsible for the evil impulses of one's dreams. In what other way can one deal with them? Unless the content of the dream rightly understood is inspired by alien spirits, it is part of my own being.
Too many of us are not living our dreams because we are living our fears.
I hardly ever remember my dreams.