In My Dreams Quotes
Closed in a room, my imagination becomes the universe, and the rest of the world is missing out.
Strange are the pictures of the future that mankind can thus draw with this brush of faith and these many-coloured pigments of the imagination! Strange, too, that no one of them tallies with another!
But my dreaming self refuses to be consoled. It continues to wander, aimless, homeless, alone. It cannot be convinced of its safety by any evidence drawn from my waking life.
The dream is not a drug but a way. Listen to where it can take you.
Thought is the greatest of pleasures —pleasure itself is only imagination—have you ever enjoyed anything more than your dreams?
The question should be who do we want to be when we grow up, not what.
Now she looks pale and small, but her eyes make me think of wide- open skies that I have never actually seen, only dreamed of.
Destiny and fate are of one’s own making, and riches and happiness are rarely found at the end of an easily-traversed path.
Our dreams are the forgotten path to Heaven.
That which is currently beyond your capabilities now, does not have to be so forever
In this world of half-jobs and liars, I will prevail.
Listen to people from your heart, as if your life depended on it, and you will find that in turn people will listen to you with all of theirs.
I should become happier at what I do and leave others happier than before they’d met me.
I am turned into a dream. I feel nothing, or I don't know what I feel. Yet it seems to me I am happy.
Mark my words. Perception is reality and how someone perceives you is their reality.
The dream is a spontaneous happening and therefore dangerous to a control system set-up by the non-dreamers
His home was populated by things and creatures from Niall Lynch's dreams, and his mother was just another one of them
Perception number one, how you want people to think about you when you arrive and perception number two, how you want them to talk about you once you have left.
In short, the difference between you and your doctor is that he has a well-designed reputation and you do not.
Every time my dreams threaten to become reality, something always happens and I end up alone.
Young man, your problem and the reason so many like you fail, is simply because you allow yourself to give up far too early.
Fascinatingly resilient the tenacity of a child. Not yet conditioned by society to give up when instructed to do so.
And so it must be with the energy you muster for your own work. Get out there and convert the unconverted. Save them all from the charlatans and the nearly-men.
It has nothing to do with the time being right or wrong. Storms just happen.
You can’t plough a field by turning it over in your mind. Either you get out there and plough it or it doesn’t get done.
You see continuous movement is the important thing here. Those who remain in one position and then lie to themselves about their progress are the ones in real trouble.
Currently, you are approaching each opportunity with a single possible outcome and when that doesn't happen you fool yourself that there was nothing more that you could have done.
The future is a fabulous place to bury your success.
Don't allow your imagination to colour events as lesser men would, and see movement in motionless things.
Until you take the first step forward, failure remains reassuringly impossible.
Sam, there comes a time when the world no longer needs heroes. And then the true hero knows to walk away.
What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.
She didn't want to be reminded of her past or how different her present was from the future she'd taken for granted.
I wanted to be strong when I went back to Persuasion. Strong and beautiful and totally together. I dreamed of the day I’d get to rub all your faces in my sheer awesomeness.
During the day, memories could be held at bay, but at night, dreams became the devil's own accomplices.
A novelist's characters must be with him as he lies down to sleep, and as he wakes from his dreams. He must learn to hate them and to love them.
when we are weary, we speak lovingly of dreams as if they embodied our true deisres-What we WOULD have when that which we DO have so sorely disappoints us
If those we love visit us when we dream, those who torment us almost always visit us when we're still awake.
A strange thing, words. Once they're said, it's hard to imagine they're untrue.
In the games of queens and kings, we leave our dreams at the door and we make do with what we have. Sometimes if we’re fortunate, we still manage to have a good life.
The land of possibility is a better place to make your home than the realm of expectation will ever be