Pete Wentz Quotes

Susannah." My dance partner's breath was soft against my cheek. "Susannah...." Yeah. In my dreams. In real life, the voice calling my name wasn't a bit masculine. That's because it belonged to a twelve-year-old boy.

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

...in my dreams the world would come alive, becoming so captivatingly majestic, free and ethereal, that afterwards it would be oppressive to breathe the dust of this painted life.

Romantic comedies are there to give us dreams and butterflies, but what we can create in our own lives could be not only better but real.

Art does the same things dreams do. We have a hunger for dreams and art fulfills that hunger. So much of real life is a disappointment. That's why we have art.

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

Perhaps life is just that... a dream and a fear.

Reality seems valueless by comparison with the dreams of fevered imaginations; reality is therefore abandoned.

I've always taken 'The Wizard of Oz' very seriously, you know. I believe in the idea of the rainbow. And I've spent my entire life trying to get over it.

The Republic is a dream. Nothing happens unless first a dream.

I've got enough miles under my belt to know that whatever you envision in your mind, even if it comes true, will only keep a shape in the most general way.

Only in books the flat and final happens, Only in dreams we meet and interlock.

Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

If you've ever wondered where your dreams come from when you go to sleep at night, just look around. This is where they are made.

I obviously hoped that everything that I found would make a difference. It ended up being way behind my wildest dreams.

But you built me dreams instead.

The earth is heavy and opaque without dreams.

Mountains make poor receptacles for dreams.

Magic has often been thought of us the art of making dreams come true; the art of realizing visions. Yet before we can bring birth to the vision we have to see it.

Dreams are more powerful than facts.

In moments of doubt I cry, ‘Could God Himself create such lovely things as I dreamed?’ ‘Whence then came thy dream?’ answers Hope.

[The artist] speaks to our capacity for delight and wonder, to the sense of mystery surrounding our lives; to our sense of pity, and beauty, and pain; to the latent feeling of fellowship with all creation--and to the subtle but invincible conviction of solidarity in dreams, in joy, in sorrow, in aspirations, in illusions, in hope, in fear…which binds together all humanity--the dead to the living and the living to the unborn.

The course of our lives follows ancient and immutable laws, with an ancient, changeless rhythm. Dreams never come true, and the instant they are shattered, we realize how the greatest joys of life lie beyond the realm of reality. The instant they are shattered we are sick with longing for the days when they flamed within us. Our fate spends itself in this succession of hope and nostalgia.

If it came true, it wasn't much of a dream.