Quotes about dreams and aspirations

The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream.

I was having a wonderful time and the whole world opened up before me because I had no dreams.

Are we a dream in the mind of a deity, or is each of us a separate dreamer, evoking his own reality?

I want to keep my dreams, even bad ones, because without them, I might have nothing all night long.

When two people dream the same dream, it ceases to be an illusion.

I started out just as a regular person, growing up in the Northwest. My father was a research scientist for the Department of Agriculture, studying trees. So I was in the woods a lot. And the woods for a child are magical. I lived in what people call small towns. My world was what would be considered about a city block, maybe two blocks. Everything occurred in that space. All the dreaming, all my friends existed in that small world. But to me it seemed so huge and magical. There was plenty of time available to dream and be with friends.

I liked to paint and I liked to draw. And I often thought, wrongly, that when you got to be an adult, you stopped painting and drawing and did something more serious.

If wishes were fishes, we'd all cast nets.

Were this world an endless plain, and by sailing eastward we could for ever reach new distances, and discover sights more sweet, and strange than any Cyclades or Islands of King Solomon, then there were promise in the voyage. But in pursuit of those far mysteries we dream of, or in tormented chase of that demon phantom that, some time or other, swims before all human hearts; while chasing such over this round globe, they either lead us on in barren mazes or midway leave us whelmed.

Let the most absent-minded of men be plunged in his deepest reveries—stand that man on his legs, set his feet a-going, and he will infallibly lead you to water.

Humans are very good at dreaming, although you'd never know it from your television.

Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board.

... so vast, so limitless in capacity is man's imagination to disperse and burn away the rubble-dross of fact and probability, leaving only truth and dream.