Dreamers must dream on as long as the nightmare wakes them upto greet with a bucketful of reality

Heres a funny questionWhat is your favorite wordThink about itmaybe its a word that makes you absolutely happy or a word that sounds gloriously beautiful or a word that evokes awe and wonder. Maybe you are reminded of a great time when you hear it or maybe it represents your lifes dream.So what is it What is your favorite word of all wordsThought about it yetGood.And now think why.

There have been times I have thought some dreams should never be dreamt but I would hate a world where that was true.

Look girls know when theyre cute he said. You dont have to tell them. All they need to do is look in the mirror. I have one friend out in New York an attorney. She moved out there after the school year to take the bar. She doesnt have a job. I was like How are you going to get a job there in this market And shes like Ill wink and Ill smile. Shes a pretty girl. Whether that works despite her poor grades is yet to be seen.

When you wake up from a dream you have only a few precious moments before the details of the dream begin to dissipate and the memory fades.Not all dreams are significant or worth remembering.But the ones that are . . . happen again.So wait for the dream to return. And never be afraid. Instead consider it an opportunity to learn something profound and possibly wondrous about yourself.

Dreams are what guide us art is what defines us math is what makes it all possible and love is what lights our way.

I had a dream about you last night. We started a shoe company and a competitor probably someone from Nike attacked you so I had to stab them in the throat with a shoelace. I guess it would have been better to use that shoelace to strangle them.

You have wakened not out of sleep, but into a prior dream, and that dream lies within another, and so on, to infinity, which is the number of grains of sand. The path that you are to take is endless, and you will die before you have truly awakened.

No person has the right to rain on your dreams.

We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams. World-losers and world-forsakers, Upon whom the pale moon gleams; Yet we are the movers and shakers, Of the world forever, it seems.