You don’t sell the dream of a lifetime.
You die in your dream, you wake up. You die in someone else’s dream, you don’t wake up. Ever.[to Nemo]
Yes, my child, but like all dreams, well, I’m afraid this can’t last forever.[Cinderella: It’s like a dream. A wonderful dream come true.]
Three weeks from now, I will be harvesting my crops. Imagine where you will be, and it will be so.
The stuff that dreams are made of.
Some day when spring is here, we’ll find our love anew, and the birds will sing, and wedding bells will ring. Some day when my dreams come true!
Oh, that clock. Old killjoy. I hear you. “Come on, get up,” you say. Time to start another day. Even he orders me around. Well, there’s one thing. They can’t order me to stop dreaming.
No dream lasts forever. Sooner or later, they all fade.[to Nemo]
Mr. Knightley, if I have not spoken, it is because I am afraid I will awaken myself from this dream.
Isn’t everything we dream in life a way to be loved a little more?
In dreams, we enter a world that’s entirely our own.
If you dream a thing more than once, it’s sure to come true.
