I always wished for this, but it’s almost turning into more of a nightmare than a dream.

Friends… they cherish one another’s hopes. They are kind to one another’s dreams.

I thought I would be a guy on the radio.

If you even dream of beating me you’d better wake up and apologize.

If you’re working 50 hours a week to try to maintain family income, and your children have the kinds of aspirations that come from being flooded with television from age one, and associations have declined, people end up hopeless, even though they have every option.

My theory has always been, that if we are to dream, the flatteries of hope are as cheap, and pleasanter, than the gloom of despair.

Truth is mighty and will prevail. There is nothing wrong with this, except that it ain’t so.

For a successful technology, reality must take precedence over public relations, for Nature cannot be fooled.

If a man could have half of his wishes, he would double his troubles.

I really had a lot of dreams when I was a kid, and I think a great deal of that grew out of the fact that I had a chance to read a lot.

We all dream. We dream vividly, depending on our nature. Our existence is beyond our explanation, whether we believe in God or we have religion or we’re atheist.

Why shouldn’t truth be stranger than fiction? Fiction, after all, has to make sense.

Every setback means you’re one step closer to seeing the dream come to pass.

I have found men to be more kind than I expected, and less just.

My show ‚The Big House‘ was picked up; they flew me to New York. I’m about to step on stage to announce Kevin Hart’s ‚The Big House.‘ And a hand grabs my shoulder, ‚Kevin no, they just decided to cancel it.‘ It’s a serious smack-in-the-face business, and either you can take it, or you can’t.

I’ve only wanted paper and beautiful colors. It was my dream, and it still is my dream. And books. They’re all I need, and the rest I can do without.

Assuming if there’s such a thing as reality, if you have a false relationship with it, how can you do anything but fail?

We become not a melting pot but a beautiful mosaic. Different people, different beliefs, different yearnings, different hopes, different dreams.

I stayed true to my dreams and, eventually, they came true.

I’m not who people expect me to be. I’m not Henry Kissinger.

I dream of a church that is a mother and shepherdess.

Super-envious of the fact that Daft Punk can wear robot helmets and be one of the most famous bands in the world, while also understanding that will never be my situation.

Ambition has one heel nailed in well, though she stretch her fingers to touch the heavens.

When I was five, I think, that’s when I started wanting to be an actress. I loved to play. I didn’t like the world around me because it was kind of grim, but I loved to play house. It was like you could make your own boundaries.

Is it not rather what we expect in men, that they should have numerous strands of experience lying side by side and never compare them with each other?

I never expect to see a perfect work from an imperfect man.

It’s when children are 15, 16 or 17 that they decide whether they want to be a doctor, an engineer, a politician or go to the Mars or moon. That is the time they start having a dream, and that’s the time you can work on them. You can help them shape their dreams.

You see things; and you say ‚Why?‘ But I dream things that never were; and I say ‚Why not?‘

If one is lucky, a solitary fantasy can totally transform one million realities.

I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.

Like so many American families, our families weren’t asking for much. They didn’t begrudge anyone else’s success or care that others had much more than they did… in fact, they admired it.

The biggest problem with every art is by the use of appearance to create a loftier reality.

It is a no-fail, incontrovertible reality: If you get, give. If you learn, teach. You can’t do anything with that except do it.

Perception often lags behind reality, and I can say from experience that the vast majority of public officials in Louisiana are much better than our reputation holds us to be.

The dreams and passions stored within hearts are powerful keys which can unlock a wealth of potential.

People look to time in expectation that it will eventually make them happy, but you cannot find true happiness by looking toward the future.

I fully expected that, by the end of the century, we would have achieved substantially more than we actually did.

All of my misfortunes come from having thought too well of my fellows.

Our daily deeds as ordinary South Africans must produce an actual South African reality that will reinforce humanity’s belief in justice, strengthen its confidence in the nobility of the human soul, and sustain all our hopes for a glorious life for all.

Depression begins with disappointment. When disappointment festers in our soul, it leads to discouragement.

There may not be one Truth – there may be several truths – but saying that is not to say that reality doesn’t exist.

Remember your dreams and fight for them. You must know what you want from life. There is just one thing that makes your dream become impossible: the fear of failure.

The truth is, I had always wanted to be a comedian, but I really didn’t have that kind of personality, and it’s a terrifying thing to say.

We live in an imperfect world, and imperfect people surround us every day.

The more nobly a man wills and acts, the more avid he becomes for great and sublime aims to pursue. He will no longer be content with family, country, and the remunerative aspect of his work. He will want wider organisations to create, new paths to blaze, causes to uphold, truths to discover, an ideal to cherish and defend.

When I got into this, I never thought about reviews. I never thought about what people would say about me, I was just a young guy who was excited to become a comedian and an actor, and I just wanted to get to do what I got to do.

It takes a lot of courage to show your dreams to someone else.

I noticed words crudely spray-painted upon the wall, perhaps by a young Berliner: ‚This wall will fall. Beliefs become reality.‘ Yes, across Europe, this wall will fall. For it cannot withstand faith; it cannot withstand truth. The wall cannot withstand freedom.

When we got into office, the thing that surprised me most was to find that things were just as bad as we’d been saying they were.

I came in with Halley’s Comet in 1835. It is coming again next year, and I expect to go out with it. It will be the greatest disappointment of my life if I don’t go out with Halley’s Comet. The Almighty has said, no doubt: ‚Now here are these two unaccountable freaks; they came in together, they must go out together.‘

Anyone can be a moral individual, concerned with human rights and problems; but only a college professor, a trained expert, can solve technical problems by ‚sophisticated‘ methods. Ergo, it is only problems of the latter sort that are important or real.

Over the years, I had nurtured the hope to be able to fly; to handle a machine as it rose higher and higher in the stratosphere was my dearest dream.

My real dream is to have a whole, like, buy a whole piece of land. Imagine, like, a long driveway. Like, a cul de sac-type street, with maybe, like, seven houses. Me be right here. Have my mom be able to be right here. My brother over here. My girl’s grandmother and family right here. Friends over there. That’s my real dream.

All I ever wanted to do with my life was own a little house. I did that way back with ‚Rocky,‘ so now everything I do is just icing on the cake.

It is a mania shared by philosophers of all ages to deny what exists and to explain what does not exist.

We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.

Some day I shall be President.

I know that I always wanted things. I was always proud of my people, proud of my home, but I always wanted more. I think most people do.

America is another name for opportunity.

Years ago I met Richard Burton in Port Talbot, my home town, and afterwards he passed in his car with his wife, and I thought, ‚I want to get out and become like him‘. Not because of Wales, because I love Wales, but because I was so limited as a child at school and so bereft and lonely, and I thought becoming an actor would do that.

When other little girls wanted to be ballet dancers I kind of wanted to be a vampire.