My mom taught me to go after my dreams. I have this faith in myself that I must have gotten from her.
In my childhood, America was like a religion. Then, real-life Americans abruptly entered my life – in jeeps – and upset all my dreams.
Good dreams don’t come cheap, you’ve got to pay for them and If you just dream when you’re asleep this is no way for them to come alive… to survive.
But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?
I was never once told to consider anything but my dreams. It’s probably one of the greatest gifts my parents gave me, because it never occurred to me to do something other than what I loved.
People are never more insecure than when they become obsessed with their fears at the expense of their dreams.
Every human heart cries and yearns for the same thing: a chance to fulfill his or her own dreams and desires. Even the poorest man has a dream.
Like the phoenix, socialism is reborn from every pile of ashes left day in, day out, by burnt-out human dreams and charred hopes.
Dreams say what they mean, but they don’t say it in daytime language.
I’m aware of the mystery around us, so I write about coincidences, premonitions, emotions, dreams, the power of nature, magic.
As citizens, I’m asking you not to leave any child behind. I’m asking you not to be color blind, but to be color brave, so that every child knows that their future matters and their dreams are possible.
I defected to South Korea in search of freedom of speech and movement. I had longed to put my feet on this soil, even in my dreams.
Any child who dreams to do good in the world has Mandela as his hero. I own a dog-eared copy of ‘Long Walk to Freedom’ and visited Robben Island, where he was imprisoned, to stand in a cell only as wide as an arm’s span.
If you choose not to pursue your dreams, you’ll still be a part of a dream – only it will be someone else’s.
People’s real hopes and dreams can be distorted and misdirected and packaged until you’re not sure what you really want or what you even really need.
If there are dreams about a beautiful South Africa, there are also roads that lead to their goal. Two of these roads could be named Goodness and Forgiveness.
To provoke dreams of terror in the slumber of prosperity has become the moral duty of literature.
Dreams have as much influence as actions.
They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn’t. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.
I spend a lot of time thinking about this business of letting go – letting go of the children God gives to us for such a brief time before they go off on their own; letting go of old homes, old friends, old places and old dreams.
Ever since we were little, we were so on fire for our dreams. We never let anyone blow our flames out.
My parents have always encouraged me to follow my dreams and do what makes me happy.
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.
When I won in 2003, never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would win Wimbledon and have my kids seeing me lift the trophy, so this is pretty surreal. And yeah, I was almost shocked in the moment that it all came together so nicely.
In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.
