We wrapped our dreams in words and patterned the words so that they would live forever, unforgettable.
Dreams, if they're any good, are always a little bit crazy.
Vision without execution is just hallucination.
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 had a dream about you. You were an escalator, and I was a flight of stairs. You thought I was a Luddite, and I thought I was as ostrich, because I hadn’t figured out how to put the fly in flight. One day you broke down, and then you saw that you and I weren’t so different after all.
I had a dream about a motorcycle, said Harry, remembering suddenly. It was flying. Uncle Vernon nearly crashed into the car in front. He turned right around in his seat and yelled at Harry, his face like a gigantic beet with a mustache: MOTORCYCLES DON'T FLY! Dudley and Piers sniggered. I know they don't, said Harry. It was only a dream.
Imagine your worst day, multiply it by a hundred, and pray to your God that you never experience what some of the people in this war zone go through, everyday, without any hope of it getting better. Ever. Compared to these people, every day, no matter how bad, is the best day ever. I know nothing about pain, nothing about suffering and hopefully never will.
All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together.
Don't ditch your childhood dreams just because you dreamt them up as a child.
...Dreams come to tell us something about our lives that we are missing.
Do I dare Disturb the universe?
Is that me?,' Leo said. 'Like me--having this dream--looking at me having a dream?
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairy tales, That's all she ever thinks about, Riding with the wind.
I bring you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams.
I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I'm not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares.
Use the wings of the flying Universe, Dream with open eyes; See in darkness.
The dreams we are chasing and the reality that is chasing us are always parallel; they never meet.
To dream is to starve doubt, feed hope.
It was rather beautiful: the way he put her insecurities to sleep. The way he dove into her eyes and starved all the fears and tasted all the dreams she kept coiled beneath her bones.
Sometimes the price of dreams is achieving them.