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I have a dream. (12 jan 2025, during the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom in 1963.)Martin Luther King Jr.Skidskytte

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character. (1 dec 2021, august 28, 1963, Washington D.C.)Martin Luther King Jr.Dalarna

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: 'We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.'. (1 dec 2021, august 28, 1963, Washington D.C.)Martin Luther King Jr.Dalarna

I don't know if these men and women ever thought of the Nobel honor for themselves, but I suppose that anyone writing a book, or a poem, or a play anywhere in the world might harbor that secret dream deep down inside. (11 dec 2016, from his Nobel Prize acceptance speech read by Azita Raji, U.S. Ambassador to Sweden, during the Nobel Banquet in Stockholm.)Bob DylanNobelpriset

Film as dream, film as music. No art passes our conscience in the way film does, and goes directly to our feelings, deep down into the dark rooms of our souls. (23 jan 2018, efter att ha vunnit sin första Oscar för ”Jungfrukällan”.)Ingmar BergmanKultur

To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep, No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pitch and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. (1 dec 2021, hamlet Act 3, Scene 1)William ShakespeareDalarna