Quotes about Dreams
There is an unknown land full of strange flowers and subtle perfumes, a land of which it is joy of all joys to dream, a land where all things are perfect and poisonous.
— Oscar Wilde
Champing his gilded oats, the Hippogriff will stand in our stalls, and over our heads will float the Blue Bird singing of beautiful and impossible things, of things that are lovely and that never happen, of things that are not and that should be.
— Oscar Wilde
It is to do nothing that the elect exist. Action is limited and relative. Unlimited and absolute is the vision of him who sits at ease and watches, who walks in loneliness and dreams.
— Oscar Wilde
Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?
— Oscar Wilde
the royal road to a person's heart is to talk about the things he or she treasures most.
— Dale Carnegie
If you keep on believing the dreams that you wish will come true.
— Cinderella
No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true.
— Cinderella
I don't think you should spend your life praying for things, but I do believe you should thank God for what He's given you… but I think the scripture teaches us that we can pray for our dreams, pray for the big things… he's not a small God; this God is incredible.
— Joel Osteen
I seemed to be lying neither asleep nor awake looking down a long corridor of gray half light where all stable things had become shadowy paradoxical all I had done shadows all I had felt suffered taking visible form antic and perverse mocking without relevance inherent themselves with the denial of the significance they should have affirmed thinking I was I was not who was not was not who.
— William Faulkner
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— William Faulkner
We have to challenge ourselves and be innovative so as to change the world. Get to this level of thinking. No small dreams, do big things!
— Chris Oyakhilome
Perfumes are the feelings of flowers, and as the human heart, imagining itself alone and unwatched, feels most deeply in the night-time, so seems it as if the flowers, in musing modesty, await the mantling eventide ere they give themselves up wholly to feeling, and breathe forth their sweetest odours. Flow forth, ye perfumes of my heart, and seek beyond these mountains the dear one of my dreams!
— Heinrich Heine