Quotes about Dreams
I think when two people really love each other...way down deep...like where the souls sleep and dreams happen, where pain can't live 'cause there's nothing for it to feed on...then a wedding is a bleeding together of those two souls. Like two rivers running together. All that water becoming the same water. Mine did that.
— Charles Martin
The secret lies in how we handle today, not yesterday or tomorrow. Today... that special block of time holding the key that locks out yesterday's nightmares and unlocks tomorrow's dreams.
— Charles Swindoll
The woman of my dreams. The woman of my nightmares. Everything good and bad about my life. The "I do" that "I didn't.
— Chris Fabry
But to find out the truth about how dreams die, one should never take the word of the dreamer.
— Toni Morrison
But looking at it she saw that it never was the flesh and blood figure of her dreams. Just something she had grabbed up to drape her dreams over.
— Toni Morrison
A dream that is not understood remains a mere occurrence; understood it becomes a living experience.
— Carl Jung
In order to make the language of dreams understood, we use many parallels from the psychology of primitive races as well as from historical symbolism. This is because dreams originate in the unconscious, which contains the residual potentialities of function of all preceding epochs of evolution.
— Carl Jung
Where there is no vision, there is no hope.
— George Washington Carver
Thrift of time will repay you in afterlife, with a usury of profit beyond your most sanguine dreams; waste of it will make you dwindle, alike in intellectual and moral stature, beyond your darkest reckoning.
— William Gladstone
If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavours to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.
— Henry David Thoreau
I like the dreams for the future better than the history of the past.
— Thomas Jefferson
I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
— Emily Bronte