Dreaming Quotes
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Dreaming is a journey through wonder, surprise, and freedom.
Anthony Lawlor
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Even the largest of my dreams and ambitions, I realize with increasing dismay, were puny, measly, compared to the object of my dreaming. I would not say my life to date has been built overmuch of compromise, but still, it surrounds me.
Rick Bass
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God, tired, all he wanted to do was sleep, be in bed, dreaming of palo verdes in bloom, the yellow blossoms bursting in the blue sky like firecrackers. He wanted to dream soft hands rubbing his skin. He pictured himself melting beneath those hands, like butter or ice cream or anything else that wasn’t human.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
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Courageous dreaming allows you to create from the source, the quantum soup of the universe where everything exists in a latent or potential state.
Alberto Villoldo
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Dreaming is the most powerful thing because no one can take it from you.
Catherine Malandrino
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I have spent my life dreaming of your face. Now, I have found it.
Rumi
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You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming?
Robin Williams
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Winning at Monaco feels unbelievable, because it's such a special race and it's also my home race. My first memories were of watching Ayrton Senna here with his yellow helmet, and one day dreaming to win the Monaco GP.
Nico Rosberg
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When I see these young girls who are dreaming the dream that I'm living, it's very very exciting and it puts a big smile on my face.
Sue Wicks
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I stayed in a dark corner of the house dreaming the story of the poverella's waterlogged, lifeless body, a silver anchovy to be preserved in salt. And whenever, later, I played at whipping the air to get it to whine, I thought of her, the woman in salt. I heard the voice of her drowning, as she slid through the water all night, as far as Capo Miseno. Now, just thinking about it, I felt like whipping the air of the pinewood harder and harder, like a child, to evoke the spirits, perhaps to chase them away, and the more energy I put into it, the sharper the whistle became. I burst into laughter, alone, seeing myself like that, a thirty-eight-year-old woman in serious trouble who suddenly returns to her childhood game. Yes, I said to myself, we do, we imagine, even as adults, a lot of silly things, out of joy or exhaustion. And I laughed, waving that long thin branch, and felt more and more like laughing.
Elena Ferrante
