Willa Cather Quotes

But Hopes are Shy Birds flying at a great distance seldom reached by the best of Guns.

The possible ranks higher than the actual.

American dreams are strongest in the hearts of those who have seen America only in their dreams.

I'm often daydreaming, and it's because I've always liked the idea of there being something more than the normal world.

I am quite a dreamer. I think we all are dreamers. We all don't like to live a practical life all the time. There is a thin line between our hopes and dreams.

All of us write wish fulfillment.

Sleeping we imagine what awake we wish; D ogs dream of bones, and fishermen of fish.

Like all people who have nothing, I lived on dreams.

Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too?

Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming -- weren't our dreams what gave us strength, hope, and desire?

Dreams are like commercials, but her dreams are picture perfect.

I want to keep my dreams, even bad ones, because without them, I might have nothing all night long.

Dreaming of a tomorrow, which tomorrow, will be as distant then as 'tis today.

The realities of the world seldom measure up to the sublime designs of human imagination.

Why should we strive, with cynic frown, to knock their fairy castles down?

I was a great dreamer of day dreams.

Living in dreams of yesterday, we find ourselves still dreaming of impossible future conquests.

I used to dream of being other places, other people. It was an escape for me.

Few people know so clearly what they want. Most people can't even think what to hope for when they throw a penny in a fountain.

Imagination is the highest kite that can fly.

You know, Willie Wonka said it best: we are the makers of dreams, the dreamers of dreams.

Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board.

The human imagination... has great difficulty in living strictly within the confines of a materialist practice or philosophy. It dreams, like a dog in its basket, of hares in the open.

Man, your head is haunted; you have wheels in your head! You imagine great things, and depict to yourself a whole world of gods that has an existence for you, a spirit-realm to which you suppose yourself to be called, an ideal that beckons to you. You have a fixed idea!

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.