Dreams are woven with threads of truth.

If life didn't give you at least one person not wanting you to succeed then half of us would lose our motivation to climb that cliff, in order to prove them wrong.

Don't nourish your fears more than you nourish your hopes.

Dreams come from that special place in our mind where our soul loves to spend its holidays.

DREAMS EDIT THEMSELVES; DREAMS are ruthless with details. Common sense does not dictate what remains, or is not included, in a dream. A two-minute dream can feel like forever.

A dream postponed is a dream we deny ourselves.

Yes, I regret you because you are a true child, Scarlett. A child who cries because she can't touch the moon. And what would she do with it if she finally reached it?

Fairyland is the loveliest word because it means everything the human heart desires.

Unspeakable nightmares surround the men now. They would scream if they could. It's no use. The dream has them, and it will not relinquish its hold. Ever. Back in their beds on Mott Street. the men's...

I've got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door remains to be seen.

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light; I would spread the cloths under your...

The idea of fairyland fascinates me because it's one of those things, like mermaids and dragons, that doesn't really exist, but everyone knows about it anyway. Fairyland lies only in the eye of the...

Our dreams are little stories or puzzles that we must solve to be free, Sebastian said. He was reading out loud from Wilson's notebook. My dream is me offering me a solution to the conundrum of my...

...and then, in dreaming, / The clouds methought would open and show riches / Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked / I cried to dream again.

What's supposed to be and what is, are two very different things.

We have never understood how birds manage to fly,Nor who the genius is who makes up dreams,Now how heaven and earth can appear in a poem.

The permanent temptation of life is to confuse dreams with reality. The permanent defeat of life comes when dreams are surrendered to reality.

And the dreams so rich in color. How else would death call you? Waking in the cold dawn it all turned to ash instantly.

And the dreams so rich in color. How else would death call you? Waking in the cold dawn it all turned to ash instantly. Like certain ancient frescoes entombed for centuries suddenly exposed to the...

When I was small I dreamed of demons. I thought they were under my bed, but you said, it can't be so, you don't get demons our side of the river, the guards won't let them over London Bridge.

I know you can dream your way through an otherwise fine life, and never wake up, which is what I almost did.

Her failure didn't matter, because at least she'd been true to her impossible dream until the very end.

If you believe in yourself and work hard, your dreams will come true

Nothing gives you confidence like being a member of a small, weirdly specific, hard-to-find demographic.

The day, like the previous days, dragged sluggishly by in a kind of insipid idleness, devoid even of that dreamy expectancy which can make idleness so enchanting.

I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.

...for all its apparent speed, the ship was almost perfectly silent, and he experienced an enervating, eerie feeling, as though the ancient warship, mothballed all those centuries, had somehow not yet...

I was nineteen years five months old when I fell in love for the first time. This seemed to me a profound, advanced age; never can we anticipate being older than we are, or wiser; if we're exhausted,...

Her passions were narrow but deep.

Well, maybe it started that way. As a dream, but doesn't everything. Those buildings. These lights. This whole city. Somebody had to dream about it first. And maybe that is what I did. I dreamed about...