Top 1200 Childhood Dreams Quotes & Sayings - Page 5

For all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.

An entrepreneur is someone who dares to dream the dreams and is foolish enough to try to make those dreams come true.

The next time you're looking at a charity, don't ask about the rate of their overhead; ask about the scale of their dreams - their Apple-, Google-, Amazon-scale dreams - how they measure their progress toward those dreams, and what resources they need to make them come true, regardless of what the overhead is.

The dreams of eternity are the states of mind. When we wake up from the dreams there's only enlightenment. There could never be anything else.

It was such an idyllic time when I grew up in Hong Kong. It was a British colony and very much geared towards buying the best of Britain. My childhood does have a huge influence on how we design. There must be a little bit of that nostalgia - childhood is so special.

I grew up loving cars. It was completely and utterly, without a doubt, my childhood dream. Whether your childhood dream progresses or changes, you turn into a man and you probably shouldn't still have that same dream.

Though my mom had too many of her own dreams denied, deferred and destroyed, she instilled in me that I could have dreams. And not just have dreams but had a responsibility to make them reality. My mom taught me from a very early age that I could do anything I wanted to do.

Dare to dream big dreams. For those are the dreams that have the power to push your whole world forward.

We all have dreams. But in order to make dreams come into reality, it takes an awful lot of determination, dedication, self-discipline, and effort.

I think that we can learn so much if we pay attention to our dreams, whether when we are asleep or in waking dreams. There are connections that are absolutely incredible.

That's what I'm living on now, honey, dreams, dreams of what I used to do.

I think that we all have something in common in that we have dreams. The thing about dreams is sometimes you get to live them out.

I'm drawn to write about upstate New York in the way in which a dreamer might have recurring dreams. My childhood and girlhood were spent in upstate New York, in the country north of Buffalo and West of Rochester. So this part of New York state is very familiar to me and, with its economic difficulties, has become emblematic of much of American life.

Dreams, though, are cheap, and the real task comes when you start putting in place the steps needed to make those dreams a reality.

I have a really weird thing with my dreams. I've had vivid dreams in the past that actually came true days after the dream.

In reality, childhood is deep and rich. It's vital, mysterious, and profound. I remember my OWN childhood vividly; I knew terrible things, but I knew I mustn't let the adults *know* I knew... it would scare them.

Last but not least, I would say you should have big dreams, full dreams, not half dreams. You know, it's very simple. You can't put a large box in a small box. Well, you cannot put a full life in a small dream box.

I feel like there is just never a good time for taking a chance and following your dreams - whatever those dreams are.

I have always found the best way to live is to be optimistic and energetic and willing to work hard for my dreams as well as the dreams of others.

I like dreams. I think there's a lot of information in them. I spent a lot of time on Jungian analysis and dreams are an elemental part of that process. Carl Jung believed very much in the power archetypes in dreams, what dream imagery means, and how you can tie it into deeper self examination. It's a big part of the therapeutic process.

Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?

I have always used a great variety of verse forms, especially in my poetry for children. I believe that poetry begins in childhood and that a poet who can remember his own childhood exactly can, and should, communicate to children.

Dream and deed are not as different as many think. All the deeds of men are dreams at first, and become dreams in the end.

It is not man's dreams that fail him. It is the lack of know-how required to bring those dreams into actuality.

In Genua, someone set out to make dreams come true. Remember some of your dreams?

I think it's basically quite different from dreams. If only cinema was that easy. Because dreams, all you have to do is fall asleep, and you can have fantastic vision. I know Baudelaire and people like that enhance their dreams with opium or something. But films are very constructed - they're like architecture. They're pieced together, glued together. To me, it's a craft. It's like making a tapestry.

A civilization is as great as its dreams, and its dreams are dreamt by artists.

Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age. The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.

The greatest threat of childhood diseases lies in the dangerous and ineffectual efforts made to prevent them through mass immunisation.....There is no convincing scientific evidence that mass inoculations can be credited with eliminating any childhood disease.

Two diverse gates there are of bodiless dreams, These of sawn ivory, and those of horn. Such dreams as issue where the ivory gleams Fly without fate, and turn our hopes to scorn. But dreams which issue through the burnished horn, What man soe'er beholds them on his bed, These work with virtue and of truth are born.

There are those who seem to feel they have no choice about being jerks in the present because they had a crappy childhood. Well, that's the definition of childhood; nobody gets out alive. You either get stronger from what you experience, or you turn it into a crutch, an excuse, a dodge.

Dreams, I thought. They're the riches of a poor person, stashed in treasure chests buried deeply in the imagination. But are dreams enough?

We are effectively destroying ourselves by violence masquerading as love. I am a specialist, God help me, in events in inner space and time, in experiences called thoughts, images, reveries, dreams, visions, hallucinations, dreams of memories, memories of dreams, memories of visions, dreams of hallucinations, refractions of refractions of refractions of that original Alpha and Omega of experience and reality, that Reality on whose repression, denial, splitting, projection, falsification, and general desecration and profanation our civilisation as much as anything is based.

Dreamers who regard dreams as important and even vital to success in life will receive and remember helpful dreams.

It's all about dreams. If I had to attribute my success in life to any one thing it is this. I believed in my dreams, even when no one else did.

Follow your dreams wherever they lead you and pay for those dreams with good jobs in software programming and computer design!

Dreams of warp drives and hyperspace are just that - dreams.

Because I have dreams and in those dreams I see the stars

Dreams never hurt anybody if you keep working right behind the dreams to make as much of them become real as you can.

The sky dreams of stars, the earth dreams of love.

My heart gives thanks for empty moments given to dreams, and for thoughtful people who help those dreams come true

Being in a multicultural environment in childhood is going to give you intuition, reflexes and instincts. You may acquire basic responsiveness later on, but it's never going to be as spontaneous as when you have been bathing in this environment during childhood.

I'm happy, I'm healthy, I am not looking backwards - I'm only heading towards some kind of dreams of mine and living my dreams.

We all have pretty much similar dreams, and at the root of all those dreams is being able to be in control of your money.

'Field of Dreams' made me realize that I wanted to live my dreams, to risk things for what I felt and what I dreamt of.

I had big dreams when I was a boy. And I can't say that I never saw a beach house in Malibu in those dreams.

Dreams nourish the soul just as food nourishes the body. The pleasure of the search and of adventure feeds our dreams.

I prefer to write books for children instead of reading them. But I do strongly believe in childhood and in respecting childhood innocence. I don't like books for children that deal with adult themes.

One secret to my success is that I am faithful to my dreams and don't cheat on my dreams by taking drugs or blaming others when things don't go right.

I think that we are all much closer to our childhood selves than we often think, so when we read about childhood, it can surprise us how immediate or moving it is, when perhaps those feelings are just there, waiting to be accessed all the time.

We do not feel as if we were producing the dreams, it is rather as if the dreams came to us. They are not subject to our control but obey their own laws.

Life being what it is, one dreams not of revenge. One just dreams.

Sometimes dreams show me that my writing should go deeper. Dreams have not so much changed my work as deepened it.

Our creative dreams are subject to grudge-holding when we decide that other people somehow have made their dreams real and we have not.

The dreams of human beings are dark, heavy and morbid and simplistic and boring. The dreams of immortality are endless and shining, they shimmer, they glow.

Babies, babies, babies! They're everywhere, aren't they? In our eyes, in our thoughts, in our arms, in our dreams. Sometimes, in our dreams, they are riding alpacas or juggling tacos - but that doesn't mean those dreams are necessarily about babies. Look, I'm not Freud.

What is patriotism? Is it love of one's birthplace, the place of childhood's recollections and hopes, dreams and aspirations? Is it the place where, in childlike naïveté, we would watch the passing clouds, and wonder why we, too, could not float so swiftly? The place where we would count the milliard glittering stars, terror-stricken lest each one "an eye should be," piercing the very depths of our little souls?

All the lives we ever lead are only dreams, these walking moments, that look so solid to you when you consider yourself awake, are just dreams.

What do you suppose makes all men look back to the time of childhood with so much regret (if their childhood has been, in any moderate degree, healthy or peaceful)? That rich charm, which the least possession had for us, was in consequence of the poorness of our treasures.

We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.