My dream was always to be a composer, but fashion came very easily.
Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.
I'm lucky enough to be doing my dream job, but my second dream job would be to be a concert pianist.
I'd forget the piece just before I went out to do the concerto, the panic was too great. This was not anything that gave me pleasure. This was fulfilling somebody else's dream.
We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream; it may be so the moment after death.
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world.
When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream.
When I was young and I could dream a bit, I could see myself participating in the slam dunk contest. I've always wanted to experience that.
It's cool just because I've had this dream of changing the sport of swimming and it's finally happening.
Having my name on a cosmetics line has always been a dream, one I'm excited to share.
I dream of acting with Kevin Costner. I would love to do a movie with him. Not something funny, but a dramatic role.
The American Dream, coupled with government subsidies of utilities and cheap consumer goods courtesy of slave labour somewhere else, has kept the poor huddled masses from rising up.
They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake.
If we like a man's dream, we call him a reformer; if we don't like his dream, we call him a crank.
My dream job would be sitting in a room, cranking out hits for Rihanna.
Although designers continue to dream of 'transparency' - technologies that just do their job without making their presence felt - both creators and audiences actually like technologies with 'personality.'
It would be a dream if I was able to fight in Croatia.
Playing against Croatia would be a dream come true.
I got to share the Octagon with Clay Guida. I got to share the Octagon with Cub Swanson. Now I'm going to share the Octagon with Frankie Edgar. These are things that, as a fighter, you always dream of.
Does self-acceptance ultimately require another person, or is there a kind of love that does not dabble in the dream of a perfect twinship?
