If you want to make your dreams come true, the first thing you have to do is wake up.
Only in our dreams are we free. The rest of the time we need wages.
There is a fine line between dreams and reality, it's up to you to draw it.
A man's dreams are an index to his greatness.
So many of our dreams at first seem impossible, then they seem improbable, and then, when we summon the will, they soon become inevitable.
Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
Champagne Wishes and Caviar Dreams.
Reality is the best possible cure for dreams.
Hope is not a dream but a way of making dreams become reality.
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
I tell people I'm too stupid to know what's impossible. I have ridiculously large dreams, and half the time they come true.
Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.
Dreams are the touchstones of our character.
Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born.
The great thing about being an architect is you can walk into your dreams.
I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can play together all night.
We grow great by dreams. All big men are dreamers. They see things in the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winter's evening. Some of us let these dreams die, but others nourish and protect them; nurse them through bad days till they bring them to the sunshine and light which comes always to those who hope that their dreams will come true.
Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams.
A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.
A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams.
To believe in one's dreams is to spend all of one's life asleep.
When your dreams tire, they go underground and out of kindness that's where they stay.
We've removed the ceiling above our dreams. There are no more impossible dreams.
Though I know he loves me, Tonight my heart is sad; His kiss was not so wonderful As all the dreams I had.