Quotes About Dreaming

Don't just sit there dreaming; dreaming is the luxury of the rich.

I was dreaming of wearing a sari and dancing like Madhuri Dixit. I also used to dream of working with Shah Rukh Khan. I did nothing to make it happen. I only dreamed and believed in my dreams.

Adrift in an air of charged significance, doubt struck me: was it a real memory, had he really spoken those words to me, or was I dreaming?

A noise recalled him to Saint-Sulpice; the choir was leaving; the church was about to close. "I should have tried to pray," he thought. "It would have been better than sitting here in the empty church, dreaming in my chair--but pray? I have no desire to pray. I am haunted by Catholicism, intoxicated by its atmosphere of incense and candle wax. I hover in its outskirts, moved to tears by its prayers, touched to the very marrow by its psalms and chants.

Practical people would be more practical if they would take a little more time for dreaming.

Later, as the moon rose and tangled in the winter-bone branches of thorn trees, she asked, 'Can you guide your dreaming? can you move your dreams along pathways of desire? do your dreams shift in the spaces between dreaming and waking? and, when you wake, do you remember the pathways your dreaming mind has walked? or do your dreams dissolve in the light of each new day?' She could not tell if he was asleep or awake, if her words were a lullaby. And still she has more questions.

Si SOBREVIVES, si persistes, canta, sueña, emborráchate. Es el tiempo del frío: ama, apresúrate. El viento de las horas barre las calles, los caminos. Los árboles esperan: tú no esperes, éste es el tiempo de vivir, el único.

I never sleep. Like the dolphin and the spiny anteater, I don't experience REM. Unlike the dreamless mammals, I'm a construct. I am a living program inside a vast network of electronic impulses known as the LINK. In that datastream I've uncovered the meaning of another kind of dreaming--that of a fond hope or aspiration, a yearning, a desire, or a passion. This much I have. When I dream, I dream of Mecca.

People have told me that Feed is coming true. (Many of the technologies I discussed have been explored in recent years.) But in a sense, I believe it already was the reality when I was writing. I was already dreaming in advertisements.

I did not lie dreaming of him during the days, I did not speak his name into my pillow. He was no husband, scarcely even a friend. He was a poison snake, and I was another, and on such terms we pleased ourselves.

I had been dreaming myself a fish, silvered by sun as it leapt from the sea. The waves dissolved, became amphorae and grain sacks again.

I had been dreaming myself a fish, silvered by sun as it leaped from the sea.

He thought, as the locked truck slid and hit: Too much time staring at the pretty girl, Cherrik. Too much dreaming. Too old, Cherrik. Too damn old.

He was asleep—he was still dreaming—though his lips were moving. No one heard him; no one hears a writer who's writing in his sleep.

Thou art a dreaming thing, A fever of thyself.

Please don't spoil my day; I'm miles away and, after all, I'm only sleeping.

Please don't wake me, no, don't shake me, leave me where I am, I'm only sleeping...

For how do we know that the thoughts which occur in dreaming are false rather than those others which we experience when awake, since the former are often not less vivid and distinct than the latter?

Enjoy what you have rather than desiring what you don't have. Just dreaming about nice things is meaningless...

Cuz this is for dreaming, this is for leaving, this is you picking up the pieces when I'm gone. This is to drinking, this is to living, this is to packing up my sh.. and moving on. I'm moving on.

Yeah I was in the dark and I was falling hard with an open heart, I'm wide awake. Yeah I was dreaming for so long. I wish I knew then what I know now. I wouldn't dive in I wouldn't bow down. Gravity hurts you made it so sweet till I woke up on, on a concrete.

I can't imagine life without you, yet, here I am alone, dreaming of the day I can call you mine. And, you are mine, just not all mine. I wake up without you. I cry for you...still you are away. Dreams of crawling into your lap, after a bad day. To feel you stroke my hair, I am still your little girl at heart, even though, I've grown. And, I miss you so.

Life is but a sleep disturbed by dreaming, prompted by the will; the saddened soul with sadness hides it's secrets, and the gay, with thrill.

Expect for the best, be prepared for he worst But never let the present moment go waste in dreaming for the moon.