Best 105 quotes in «daydreaming quotes» category

A goal without an action plan is a daydream.

An excessive preponderance of an idealistic mood is harmful to society: it creates daydreaming, political Don Quixotism, hope for heavenly intervention. This is an undeniable truth--but it is also true that every extreme is harmful.

A vision without action is called a daydream; but then again, action without a vision is called a nightmare.

Darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

Everything starts as somebody's daydream.

Exquisite nature, daydreams, and music say one thing, real life another.

A lot of my research time is spent daydreaming - telling an imaginary admiring audience of laymen how to understand some difficult scientific idea.

How many of our daydreams would darken into nightmares if there seemed any danger of their coming true!

I certainly hear the Trombones Unlimited version of "Daydream" in a lot of elevators.

I daydream all the time, and I like that quality.

I daydream about things I want to happen, but none of it is more complicated, most of the time, than just really hoping that the good parts and the well-written parts are the ones that turn up on my doorstep.

I don't have much in me left for Somalia, because the country is so broken, it's not realistic to daydream about it.

He is trying to decide which of two daydreams he will inhabit.

If I sit and daydream, the images rush by like a succession of colored slides.

I hated school because I liked to daydream and the system tried to stop me from that.

I'm very good at daydreaming. Ask any of my schoolteachers.

If your vision doesn't cost you something, it's a daydream.

I live my daydreams in music.

Imagination without initiative would more properly be called idle daydreaming.

It's true that I tend to daydream. I'm the same person in business as I am in music: I can be distracted and absentminded. It's my style.

It's more like I was daydreaming when the Supreme Being told me what I should do with my life, and it's too late to ask what it was.

I was always daydreaming about singing in big productions on Broadway.

I used to work in a factory and I was really happy because I could daydream all day.

I wasn't dyslexic, I was just very slow. I passed my time daydreaming.

Musing on the phrase 'waste of time.' So much more complex than it appears. Many 'wastes of time' small talk, daydreaming are imperatives.

She [my mother] gave me permission to wonder, to dawdle, to daydream.

Prepare while others are daydreaming.

Our actions are all that separate our daydreams from our goals.

The real thing, when done right , is always better than a daydream

We dare not think that God is absent or daydreaming. The do nothing God...He's not tucked away in some far corner of the universe, uncaring, unfeeling, unthinking, uninvolved. Count on it, God intrudes in glorious and myriad ways.

There was always a unique Beirut sound, it was always there, and so this time I just dove straight into that, instead of daydreaming and wandering.

Vision without execution is daydreaming.

When I played pool I was like a good psychiatrist. I cured em of all their daydreams and delusions.

When you're drawing comics, you get very involved in how the story is going to develop and you spend more time daydreaming on that particular subject.

Will you gather daydreams or will you gather wealth? How can you find your fortune when you cannot find yourself?

You collect impressions from people, from life, from your own daydreams.

A certain amount of reverie is good, like a narcotic in discreet doses. It soothes the fever, occasionally high, of the brain at work, and produces in the mind a soft, fresh vapor that corrects the all too angular contours of pure thought, fills up the gaps and intervals here and there, binds them together, and dulls the sharp corners of ideas. But too much reverie submerges and drowns. Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie it's pleasure. To replace thought with reverie is to confound poison with nourishment.

A fleeting second on someone's news feed, No dearth of meanings for those who read, Not my stories but 'tis what I think, I say I don't write poems, I just write dreams.

-Disculpe -le dijo él-. ¿Puede ayudarme? Me parece que me he perdido. Ella se sobresaltó. El hombre se encontraba medio en sombras, al lado de la portezuela abierta de su coche. -¿Eh...? -¿La he asustado? -preguntó. -No, no, en absoluto... -Perdone si... -No, no pasa nada. Es que venía pensando. -¿Tenía la mente en otra parte? -Eso es. -Conozco esa sensación -dijo el hombre, acercándose a ella-. Un pensamiento lleva a otro, después a otro, y antes de que uno se dé cuenta está a la mitad de una pequeña ensoñación. Perdone que me entrometa. -La realidad -puntualizó ella- siempre se entromete. Él rió.

Give God a break: work for what you are praying for.

The very things I used to be told off for - daydreaming, exaggerating, making mistakes, wild guessing, contradicting, spying, being obsessive, being reckless - for these, suddenly, I am being praised.

And the man who dreamt of flight has tripped and fallen in a hole.

...and when he dies, cut him out in little stars, and the face of heaven will be so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no heed to the garish sun.

Being crazy, for the rest of us, is a form of sanity.

But I look up above and see the sky With the moon and stars capturing my eye I know that you can see it too Cuz no matter where you are the sky remains true

(Dreams drain the spirit if we dream too long.)

En medio de una conversación, aún en medio de una frase, mi mente se divorcia de la realidad y se va por su cuenta tras una palabra, un perfume, una visión, y con mucha frecuencia crea irrealidades absurdas.

Every Daydream-hope starts with little incentives !

He raised a hand in response and tossed the ear of corn into the wagon. Then he returned to his fantasy, imagining himself running the livery instead of working there, making the decisions, placing orders, selecting new horses, agreeing to board others, and hiring a boy to muck out the stalls and pitch hay. In his daydream, he no longer lived in the back room. He came home at night to a small house he’d bought with his earnings. Inside, a woman waited for him. A wife. In his fantasy her hair was as golden as the ear of corn he tossed into the wagon and her eyes as blue as the cloudless sky overhead. Catherine smiled at him and he could hear as well as see her say his name. “Jim! Welcome home.

Honesty can sometimes be so brutal to take in. It's usual to get so drowned in perceived idealism that you can't seem to separate it from honest reality. If, and when, you can separate the two, the gaiety of fantasy is destroyed