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Stuff your eyes with wonder, he said, live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#dreams

Though she be but little, she is fierce! ↗

— William Shakespeare

#dreams

Dreaming about being an actress, is more exciting then being one. ↗

— Marilyn Monroe

#actress #being #dreaming #exciting #more

Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Do not bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself. ↗

— William Faulkner

#perfectionism #personality #potential #self-improvement #dreams

Taking no chances means wasting your dreams.. ↗

— Ellen Hopkins

#timidity #dreams

You never see a man walking down the street with a woman who has a little potbelly and a bald spot. ↗

— Elayne Boosler

#down #little #man #never #see

Without leaps of imagination or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all is a form of planning. ↗

— Gloria Steinem

#dreams #excitement #imagination #inspirational #planning

Zebrowski says that if you killed someone else just hide the body, he's not starting over on the paperwork. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#bad-ass #funny #dreams

Somehow I can't believe that there are any heights that can't be scaled by a man who knows the secrets of making dreams come true. This special secret, it seems to me, can be summarized in four Cs. They are curiosity, confidence, courage, and constancy, and the greatest of all is confidence. When you believe in a thing, believe in it all the way, implicitly and unquestionable. ↗

— Walt Disney Company

#constancy #courage #curiosity #dreams #inspirational

For, after all, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust and ashes, which are shattered into fragments; and if you have no other life, you just have to build one up out of these fragments. And all the time your soul is craving and longing for something else. And in vain does the dreamer rummage about in his old dreams, raking them over as though they were a heap of cinders, looking in these cinders for some spark, however tiny, to fan it into a flame so as to warm his chilled blood by it and revive in it all that he held so dear before, all that touched his heart, that made his blood course through his veins, that drew tears from his eyes, and that so splendidly deceived him! ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#idealism #maturity #dreams