Forgotten Dreams Quotes

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

And, as always happens, and happens far too soon, the strange and wonderful becomes a memory and a memory becomes a dream. Tomorrow it's gone.

Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties!

Fairy tales had been her first experience of the magical universe, and more than once she had wondered why people ended up distancing themselves from that world, knowing the immense joy that childhood had brought to their lives.

I loved it, but had to forget about acting after elementary school because it was the sort of thing you just didn't do in my rough neighborhood.

The man who lies asleep will never waken fame, and his desire and all his life drift past him like a dream, and the traces of his memory fade from time like smoke in air, or ripples on a stream.

Once someone dreams a dream, it can't just drop out of existence. But if the dreamer can't remember it, what becomes of it? It lives on in Fantastica, deep under earth. There are forgotten dreams stored in many layers. The deeper one digs, the closer they are. All Fantastica rests on a foundation of forgotten dreams.

There's a melancholy sense of things lost in the shabbier British seaside towns; of comfortable failure and better times long gone.

He might be tall enough to see into tomorrow, but he hadn’t looked there in a long, long time. He’d forgotten how bright it was. So bright he could hardly stand it.

We seem but to linger in manhood to tell the dreams of our childhood, and they vanish out of memory ere we learn the language.

Many good purposes lie in the churchyard.

I think, as a child, there weren't dreams. I can't recall as a child having some ultimate dream and thinking that it was possible.

The years thunder by, The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.

Down the ancient corridors through the gates of time, run the ghosts of dreams that we have left behind.

Our best yesterdays are now foul piles of crumpled names.

Those yesterdreams were just a cruel and foolish game we used to play, yester-me, yester-you, yesterday.