You Are My Favorite Daydream Quotes & Sayings

As I kid, I was always jealous of the music that my favorite bands had written - but not really of how they played. So I'd daydream about having written songs, and this way above being able to perform them. — Jonny Greenwood

There is nothing new except what has been forgotten. — Marie Antoinette

We should not let our response to the people who disagree with us be dictated by what they say about us or even how they treat people we care for. There has to be a chance that we can find love. — William J. Clinton

I hope life isn't a big joke, because I don't get it. — Jack Handy

I focus on my favorite daydream, the one where I return from London at the end of the summer and am all glamorous and drop-dead gorgeous and every girl in my school is completely jealous when Quinn McKeyan asks me to Fall Homecoming because he can't resist my charm.
Hey, it's my daydream. I can dream what I want to.
The thing is, Quinn's face keeps getting replaced in my head by Dante's.
Since I've had a mad crush on Quinn from the time we started kindergarten all the way through our junior year last year, that's saying something.
Every daydream I've had for eleven years has been of him. I'm a very loyal daydreamer. And I suddenly feel like I'm cheating on my imaginary boyfriend, a boy who happens to be real, but who has been dating my best friend Becca for the past two years. And no. Becca has no idea that I'm secretly in love with her boyfriend. It's the one secret that I've kept from her. — Courtney Cole

I have fun with ideas; I play with them. — Ray Bradbury

My favorite daydream, it was this: I would be reading a book alone in my room, and no one would ever, ever interrupt me. — Ann Tyler

Get into the relationship for the right reason because it's a great support system, because it's a great compliment to your life, because it's someone that actually fulfills you and makes you happy. — Wilmer Valderrama

Minds are like flowers. If you let it sit there without soaking anything up, it will dry up. — Ken Hill

This stretch through the fogbound forest gradually lulled Grange into his favorite daydream; in it he saw an image of his life: all that he had he carried with him; twenty feet away, the world grew dark, perspectives blurred, and there was nothing near him but this close halo of warm consciousness, this nest perched high above the vague earth. — Julien Gracq