Dream the impossible dream.
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
To dream the impossible dream, to reach the unreachable star!
Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
To dream the impossible dream, to fight the unbeatable foe, to bear with unbearable sorrow, to run where the brave dare not go, to right the unrightable wrong, to love pure and chaste from afar, to try when your arms are too weary, to reach the unreachable star. This is my quest, to follow that star, no matter how hopeless, no matter how far. To fight for the right, without question or pause, to be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause. And I know if I’ll only be true to this glorious quest that my heart will be peaceful and calm when I’m laid to my rest.
There is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve: the fear of failure.
So many of our dreams at first seem impossible, then they seem improbable, and then, when we summon the will, they soon become inevitable.
It is difficult to say what is impossible, for the dream of yesterday is the hope of today and the reality of tomorrow.
Every great dream begins with a dreamer.
Reach high, for stars lie hidden in you. Dream deep, for every dream precedes the goal.
The only place where your dream becomes impossible is in your own thinking.
The POSITIVE THINKER sees the INVISIBLE, feels the INTANGIBLE, and achieves the IMPOSSIBLE.
Hope sees the invisible, feels the intangible, and achieves the impossible.
One can't believe impossible things.
We've removed the ceiling above our dreams. There are no more impossible dreams.
To right, the unrightable wrong, to love pure and chaste from a-far, to try when your arms are too weary, to reach the unreachable star.
Alice laughed. 'There's no use trying,' she said. 'One can't believe impossible things.' I daresay you haven't had much practice,' said the Queen. 'When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. There goes the shawl again!
This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering its a feather bed.
All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the base of our splendid failure to do the impossible.
It is almost impossible to watch a sunset and not dream.
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