Castles In The Air Quotes

Vote Labor and you build castles in the air. Vote Conservative and you can live in them.

I’ve got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door remains to be seen.

You may build castles in the air, and fume, and fret, and grow thin and lean, and pale and ugly, if you please. But I tell you, no man worth having is true to his wife, or can be true to his wife, or ever was, or will be so.

Writers build castles in the air, the reader lives inside, and the publisher inns the rent.

Neurotics build castles in the air, psychotics live in them. My mother cleans them.

My thoughts by night are often filled With visions false as fair: For in the past alone, I build My castles in the air.

The programmer, like the poet, works only slightly removed from pure thought-stuff. He builds his castles in the air, from air, creating by exertion of the imagination. Few media of creation are so flexible, so easy to polish and rework, so readily capable of realizing grand conceptual structures.

Leave glory to great folks. Ah, castles in the air cost a vast deal to keep up!

If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.

I am not afraid to dream. You first have to start with a dream. Build your castles in the air and give it foundation. Without a dream, you are not going to get anywhere.

Life always holds in store surprises that are more complex and unforeseeable than any dream, and the secret is to let them come and not block them with castles in the air.

No dreams, no visions, no delicious fantasies, no castles in the air, with which, as the old song so truly says, hearts are broken, heads are turned.

Idealism is like a castle in the air if it is not based on a solid foundation of social and political realism.

In all assemblies, though you wedge them ever so close, we may observe this peculiar property, that over their heads there is room enough; but how to reach it is the difficult point. To this end the philosopher’s way in all ages has been by erecting certain edifices in the air.

The charges of the hysterics are revealed for what they are: castles in the air built on misrepresentation, supported by unfounded fear, held aloft by hysteria.

I simply can’t imagine the world will ever be normal again for us. I do talk about “after the war,” but it’s as if I’m talking about a castle in the air, something that can never come true.

Charming Alnaschar visions! it is the happy privilege of youth to construct you.