My new life goes beyond my dreams because my dream was Formula One and I achieved it. I'm a driver, I feel like a driver. I have won this race because I am alive.
War is eternity jammed into frantic minutes that will fill a lifetime with dreams and nightmares.
But I am delighted to be a Dodger, I grew up a Dodger fan and now my dreams have really come true.
When your dreams tire, they go underground and out of kindness that's where they stay.
There are no dreams too large, no innovation unimaginable and no frontiers beyond our reach.
I would go to bed every night and have dreams about having a time machine and somehow I'd have the ability to move through time and space freely, and save Anne Frank.
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.
Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives.
Obviously one must hold oneself responsible for the evil impulses of one's dreams. In what other way can one deal with them? Unless the content of the dream rightly understood is inspired by alien spirits, it is part of my own being.
Only the dreamer shall understand realities, though in truth his dreaming must be not out of proportion to his waking.
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.
In solitude we have our dreams to ourselves, and in company we agree to dream in concert.
All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.
Where all is but dream, reasoning and arguments are of no use, truth and knowledge nothing
In bed my real love has always been the sleep that rescued me by allowing me to dream.
You see things; and you say "Why?" But I dream things that never were; and I say "Why not?"
The chambers in the house of dreams Are fed with so divine an air, That Time's hoary wings grow young therein, And they who walk there are most fair.
If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.
Dream is not a revelation. If a dream affords the dreamer some light on himself, it is not the person with closed eyes who makes the discovery but the person with open eyes lucid enough to fit thoughts together.
Dreams come true; without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them.