Down to my last dime and coming apart at the seams. I'm messed up in Mexico, living on refried dreams.
Name it... and if you can dream it... you can achieve it.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
The key to realizing a dream is to focus not on success but significance.
A dream becomes a goal when action is taken toward its achievement.
Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.
Champions are made from something they have deep inside of them-a desire, a dream, a vison.
A house is made with walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.
Dreams are the seedlings of reality.
We all have our own life to pursue, our own kind of dream to be weaving, and we all have the power to make wishes come true, as long as we keep believing.
Sometimes, the only realists are the dreamers
Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough.
I stand for freedom of expression, doing what you believe in, and going after your dreams.
My dream is of a place and a time where America will once again be seen as the last best hope of earth.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed; We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal
I know how men in exile feed on dreams.
Writing is nothing more than a guided dream.
We become not a melting pot but a beautiful mosaic. Different people, different beliefs, different yearnings, different hopes, different dreams.
There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.
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.
We all dream; we do not understand our dreams, yet we act as if nothing strange goes on in our sleep minds, strange at least by comparison with the logical, purposeful doings of our minds when we are awake.
We do not really feel grateful toward those who make our dreams come true; they ruin our dreams.
We've removed the ceiling above our dreams. There are no more impossible dreams.
My theory has always been, that if we are to dream, the flatteries of hope are as cheap, and pleasanter, than the gloom of despair.
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit together at the table of brotherhood.
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