Quotes
Quotes about Dreams
I love night more than day--she is so lovely; But I love night the most because she brings My love to me in dreams which scarcely lie.
I know how men in exile feed on dreams.
I send thee pansies while the year is young, Yellow as sunshine, purple as the night; Flowers of remembrance, ever fondly sung By all the chiefest of the Sons of Light; And if in recollection lives regret For wasted days and dreams that were not true, I tell thee that the "pansy freak'd with jet" Is still the heart's ease that the poets knew Take all the sweetness of a gift unsought, And for the pansies send me back a thought.
I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,
The fiercest agonies have shortest reign; And after dreams of horror, comes again The welcome morning with its rays of peace.
It is our belief that if people are set free to express themselves to the fullest, their accomplishments will be far beyond their dreams, and they will not only contribute to the growth of the company, but will also be more useful citizens and contribute to the society at large.
Let sleep itself be an exercise in piety, for such as our life and conduct have been, so also of necessity will be our dreams.
We are slumberous poppies, Lords of Lethe downs, Some awake and some asleep, Sleeping in our crowns. What perchance our dreams may know, Let our serious may know. - Leigh Hunt (James Henry Leigh Hunt),
The poppy opes her scarlet purse of dreams.
Gentle sleep! Scatter thy drowsiest poppies from above; And in new dreams not soon to vanish, bless My senses with the sight of her I love.
The moment of enlightenment is when a person's dreams of possibilities become images of probabilities.
Don't be afraid of the space between your dreams and reality. If you can dream it, you can make it so.
I don't use drugs, my dreams are frightening enough.
It is important that man dreams, but it is perhaps equally important that he can laugh at his own dreams.
If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?
A dream is a scripture, and many scriptures are nothing but dreams.
A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams.
It is perhaps not entirely so, though it has often been said, that man makes his God in his own image. Rather does he create Him in the image of his cravings and dreams- in the image of what man wants to be. God making could be part of the process by which a society realizes its aspirations: it first embodies them in the conception of a particular God, and then proceeds to imitate that God. The confidence requisite for attempting the unprecedented is most effectively generated by the fiction that in realizing the new we are imitating rather than originating. Our preoccupation with heaven can be part of an effort to find precedents for the unprecedented.
No person has the right to rain on your dreams.
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
A test of what is real is that it is hard and rough. Joys are found in it, not pleasure. What is pleasant belongs to dreams.
I am closing my 52 years of military service. When I joined the army, even before the turn of the century, it was the fulfillment of all my boyish hopes and dreams. The world has turned over many times since I took the oath on the plain at West Point, and the hopes and dreams have long since vanished, but I still remember the refrain of one of the most barracks ballads of that day which proclaimed most proudly that old soldiers never die; they just fade away. And like the old soldier of that ballad, I now close my military career and just fade away, an old soldier who tried to do his duty as God gave him the light to see that duty. Goodbye.
Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge.
If we resort to lawlessness, the only thing we can hope for is civil war, untold bloodshed, and the end of our dreams.
Parent of golden dreams, Romance! Auspicious queen of childish joys, Who lead'st along, in airy dance, Thy votive train of girls and boys.
