The first indication that we are killing our dreams is lack of time.
As a dream comes true, it falls flat.
Sometimes I feel like I'm sailing on a sunken dream
I always wanted to have my own farm. I've never been able to achieve that. It's kinda tough.
The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality, even where we will not.
When you have a dream in mind and you want it so bad and you fail, it crushes you.
I believe that a dream un-followed turns into all kinds of bad things in the lives of those who don't pursue them.
We can't build our dreams on suspicious minds.
It was my dream that screwed up, the stupid hearthside idea that it would be wonderful to follow one great red line across America instead of trying various roads and routes.
Is a dream a lie if it don't come true? Or is it something worse?
