Living in dreams of yesterday, we find ourselves still dreaming of impossible future conquests.
I've always said that one night, I'm going to find myself in some field somewhere, I'm standing on grass, and it's raining, and I'm with the person I love, and I know I'm at the very point I've been dreaming of getting to.
The world needs dreamers and the world needs doers. But above all, the world needs dreamers who do.
No one should negotiate their dreams. Dreams must be free to fly high. No government, no legislature, has a right to limit your dreams. You should never agree to surrender 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.
I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man.
I stand for freedom of expression, doing what you believe in, and going after your dreams.
The dreamer can know no truth, not even about his dream, except by awaking out of it.
Those who have compared our life to a dream were right... we were sleeping wake, and waking sleep.
I have always been amazed at the way an ordinary observer lends so much more credence and attaches so much more importance to waking events than to those occurring in dreams... Man... is above all the plaything of his memory.
I tell people I'm too stupid to know what's impossible. I have ridiculously large dreams, and half the time they come true.
Dreams will get you nowhere, a good kick in the pants will take you a long way.
My dreams were all my own I accounted for them to nobody they were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free.
The world of men is dreaming, it has gone mad in its sleep, and a snake is strangling it, but it can't wake up.
I was always a dreamer, in childhood especially. People thought I was a little strange.
People are so busy dreaming the American Dream, fantasizing about what they could be or have a right to be, that they're all asleep at the switch. Consequently we are living in the Age of Human Error.
This is the city of dreamers and time and again it's the place where the greatest dream of all, the American dream, has been tested and has triumphed.
Only the dreamer shall understand realities, though in truth his dreaming must be not out of proportion to his waking.
One of the most adventurous things left us is to go to bed. For no one can lay a hand on our dreams.
You know, Willie Wonka said it best: we are the makers of dreams, the dreamers of dreams.
Married or unmarried, young or old, poet or worker, you are still a dreamer, and will one time know, and feel, that your life is but a dream.
I challenge you to be dreamers I challenge you to be doers and let us make the greatest place in the world even better.
That's what keeps me going: dreaming, inventing, then hoping and dreaming some more in order to keep dreaming.