Colleen McCullough Quotes

There are sometimes problems for which there is no immediate solution, and there are sometimes problems for which there is no solution.

The problems for which I could find no solution in fact had no solution.

Reality has become so intolerable, she said, so bleak, that all I can paint now are the colors of my dreams.

Without dreams, there could be no despair.

My dreams have become puny with the reality my life has become.

Not every problem is solvable, okay.

This dream of King’s is going to be turned into a nightmare

I know nobody believes in peace anymore, but what else is there to work toward? As the years have gone by, peace seems like more and more of an impossibility.

And this mess is so big And so deep and so tall, We cannot pick it up. There is no way at all!

There is something about poverty that smells like death. Dead dreams dropping off the heart like leaves in a dry season and rotting around the feet; impulses smothered too long in the fetid air of underground caves. The soul lives in sickly air. People can be slaveships in shoes.

Why do I even dare to think I could dream I could imagine I could hope?!

Hope is a dream deferred.

My dreams are a stupid refuge, like an umbrella against a thunderbolt.

Everything was okay, as long as I could dream . Its amazing, really, the difference between having a dream and not having any left that can come true. It's the difference between living and dying .

The inability to open up to hope is what blocks trust, and blocked trust is the reason for blighted dreams.

Another dream. Another long-distance call on my phantom party line. No wonder i had steadfastly refused to have dreams for most of my life. So stupid; such pointless, obvious symbols. Totally uncontrollable anxiety soup, hateful, blatant nonsense.

I do not dwell on dreams I know how soon a dream becomes an expectation How can I have expectations? Look at me, No, Captain, Look at me, Look at me!

Asks the Possible of the Impossible, "Where is your dwelling-place?" "In the dreams of the Impotent," comes the answer.

We all dream of things we cannot have.

I’ve lived to bury my desires, And see my dreams corrode with rust; Now all that’s left are fruitless fires That burn my empty heart to dust.

They had dreams but they called them dreams because they were unrelated to reality, they were a distant unknown, an impossibility, they would never come true.

We are trying to make the world a better place, but that is not necessarily what we accomplish. Many of the problems which preoccupy us are basically insoluble.

The damnable frustration of revenge. Revenge is for dreams...never for reality.