Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.
Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming,
But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time,
Why should I strive to set the crooked straight?
The idle singer of an empty day.
Not with dreams, but with blood and with iron,
Shall a nation be moulded at last.
The pure, the beautiful, the bright,
That stirred our hearts in youth,
The impulse to a wordless prayer,
The dreams of love and truth,
The longings after something lost,
The spirit's yearning cry,
The strivings after better hopes,--
These things can never die.
We are the music-makers,
We are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;--
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
We are the movers and shakers
Of the world forever it seems.
The hills look over on the South,
And Southward dreams the sea;
And with the sea-breeze hand in hand,
Came innocence and she.
Breathe slumbrous music round me, sweet and slow,
To honied phrases set!
Into the land of dreams I long to go.
Bid me forget!
Life moves out of a red flare of dreams
Into a common light of common hours,
Until old age bring the red flare again.
Enough of dreams! No longer mock
The burdened hearts of men!
Not on the cloud, but on the rock.
Vain hopes are often like the dreams of those who wake.
Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions.
Dreams are strange. A man can wake sweating in terror. What is that dark country of the mind through which we wander in sleep?
I am sure the State secretly dreams of burning books
You cannot separate ... your dreams from your waking. If you would indulge the one you must suffer the other
What we are dreaming isn't dreams
Dreams are important. Dreams are wishful thinking. To convince the sleeper that everything's all right
Where man is there has to be beauty, there have to be dreams
If one advances confidently in the direction of one's dreams, and endeavours to live the life which one has imagined, one will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.
Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream, so shall you become.
A man's dreams are an index to his greatness.
Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born.
A man's dreams are an index to his greatness.
If growing up is the process of creating ideas and dreams about what life should be, then maturity is letting go again.
Dreams that do come true can be as unsettling as those that don't.