What would an ocean be without a monster lurking in the dark? It would be like sleep without dreams.
Dreams are necessary to life.
I want to be around people that do things. I don’t want to be around people anymore that judge or talk about what people do. I want to be around people that dream and support and do things.
What are we after all our dreams, after all our memories?
Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people Living life in peace You may say that I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will be as one
I turned my nightmares into fireflies and caught them in a jar.
Strange, I thought, how you can be living your dreams and your nightmares at the very same time.
Sometimes I think my head is so big because it is so full of dreams
Dreams don't work unless you take action. The surest way to make your dreams come true is to live them.
You may tire of reality but you never tire of dreams.
Expectations were like fine pottery. The harder you held them, the more likely they were to crack.
I am nothing. I'll never be anything. I couldn't want to be something. Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams in the world.
When you're young, you think everything you do is disposable. You move from now to now, crumpling time up in your hands, tossing it away. You're your own speeding car. You think you can get rid of things, and people too—leave them behind. You don't yet know about the habit they have, of coming back. Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you've been.
Every book has a soul, the soul of the person who wrote it and the soul of those who read it and dream about it.
You're never given a dream without also being given the power to make it true.
No person has the right to rain on your dreams.
I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise, Revealing to my charmed sight What may not bless my waking eyes.
We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams. World-losers and world-forsakers, Upon whom the pale moon gleams; Yet we are the movers and shakers, Of the world forever, it seems.
Without leaps of imagination or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all is a form of planning.
Don't you find it odd, she continued, that when you're a kid, everyone, all the world, encourages you to follow your dreams. But when you're older, somehow they act offended if you even try.