fleeting dreams Quotes

The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones.

Something I tried to hold onto, to touch if only for a moment, but it slipped away from me like the air, like an illusion, or a dream that floats away and is lost. I wept in my sleep as though it was something I was losing now; a loss I was experiencing for the first time, and not something I had lost a long time ago.

It is sad to see a young man's fondest hopes and dreams shattered when the rose-colured veil is plucked away and he sees the actions and feelings of men for what they are. But he still has the hope of replacing his old illusions with others, just as fleeting, but also just as sweet.

Old men are children once again a dream that sways and wavers into the hard light of day.

I wouldn't mind the early autumn if you came home today I'd tell you how much I miss you and know I'd be okay. It's funny how we never know exactly how our life will go It's funny how a dream can fade with the break of day. Time can't erase the memory and time can't bring you home Last Summer was a part of me and now a part is gone. —Margaret

You may still be here tomorrow...but your dreams may not.

Time goes too quickly. This is the advice that my mother should have given me from her hospital bed. Instead of vague, unknowable quips like "Be careful what you wish for," she should have told me time slides away on a hillside of loose shale and takes everything in its path - dreams, opportunities, hopes. And youth. It takes that fastest of all.

Dreams age faster than dreamers.

His dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him.

The high ideals and promises you once dressed the future in are dancing in the embers with the wind.

Everything that's lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.

Dreams come true all the time, just not for the dreamers

We often forget our dreams so speedily: if we cannot catch them as they are passing out at the door, we never set eyes on them again.

Sad that our finest aspiration, Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.

Hence life, as through a cloud, for me I see Vanish, and to the past's dark shade 'tis chas'd; As a grand image love remains to me-- Sole remnant of a dream, by morn effac'd.

She fell asleep, and it was a sleep as thin as the night clouds, dotted with dreams that came and went like the stars.

This dream of our youth will fade out as the splendor Fades from the skies when the sun sinks to sleep.