Quotes About Dreaming

The day we stop dreaming is the day we start dying.

I jump from a building As if I were falling asleep, The wind like a pillow Slowing me down, Slowing me down As if I were dreaming. Surrounded by air, I come to a stop, And stand like a tourist Watching the pigeons. People in offices, Wanting to save me, Open their mouths. 'Throw me a stone,' I yell, Wanting to fall. But nobody listens. They throw me a rope. And now I am walking, Taking to you, Talking to you As if I were dreaming I were alive.

I do an awful lot of thinking and dreaming about things in the past and the future - the timelessness of the rocks and the hills - all the people who have existed there.

Late at night when all the world is sleeping, I stay up and think of you. I wish upon the stars, that somewhere you are, thinking of me too.

Life doesn't end when we stop dreaming, not even when we stop believing. It ends when love ends when and ends when we stop caring.

To dream on occasion is not dreaming; to love on occasion is not love.

When you're dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part. You roll outta bed and down on your knees and for a moment you can hardly breathe.

see how the white womens goin' look and hear how white womens laugh in the colonies. She think of white flesh and black flesh, that really be brown flesh by blood and the two flesh melt into one flesh that don't know colour. Then Lilith wonder if she dreaming because dreaming is one thing God never allow negro to do.

There are some who come willingly," I said, as if I had not heard him, "not out of love, but out of sickness and sadness and a lack of understanding. He wanted none of them. And so he waited without waiting, and dreamed of what he could not imagine, and performed his terrible work and lived only in the moments out of which eternity is spun, knowing it was hopeless.

Lulled by stupefying illusions, the world is asleep in the cradle of infancy, dreaming away the hours.

It's crazy, I'm thinking, just knowing that the world is round, And here I'm dancing on the ground Am I right-side-up or upside-down, And is this real or am I dreaming?

The hardest part of dreaming about someone you love, is waking up to see that person gone. You know it, it it takes seconds to say hello. It takes forever to say goodbye. Moving on is easy, but what you leave behind Is what makes it hard.

I am no believer in visions or omens. After all, I would sooner fancy that I was dreaming - dreaming with my eyes open as I stood at the window - than that I beheld the shadows of the dead.

Originally human beings had no purpose. Now, dreaming up some purpose or other, they struggle away trying to find the meaning of life. It is a one-man wrestling match. There is no purpose one has to think about, or go out in search of. You would do well to ask the children whether or not a life without purpose is meaningless.

That sweet city [Oxford] with her dreaming spires.

Recently I've been dreaming of cursing old people with little provocation, because their culture has a long history of enslaving, raping, and segregating, and they have special lights which prevent us from dancing.

The complete man, the man who does not dream, who can die well because he has lived well, and who can love his life because he envisages his death is, like the myth of the Androgyne, the symbol of what we lack.

Usamljenost ra?a misao, misao nezadovoljstvo, nezadovoljstvo pobunu. Ja sam bio daleko od misli na pobunu: samo sam lijeno sanjario.

Gil has put his book down and is gazing at something inside his head.

Sleeping." The word came out with an adorable lack of anything resembling an L, closer to something you'd do with a broom than in a bed.

You know something,Jacob, I'd hate to be as smart as Jonh. I mean he was really, really smart, and to be that smart means you know all the answers, and when you know all the answers there's no room for dreaming.

To be that smart means you know all the answers and when you know all the answers there's no room for dreaming

All he thinks while he studies pearlescent pigeons is this: I wish I knew how… I wish I knew… I ain't ever gonna, but I wish I knew how it felt – (-to be free).

Good-bye, O fairest world, good-bye", I soliloquized. "O blue gem in the heavens, where mankind dwells in love, and no man's hand is lifted against another, and the gifted realize their every dream, and all things sing, and the light grows gold when the bells ring." "Good poetry needn't rhyme", said Xue. "Besides, you shouldn't tell lies." "Lies? No, I was just dreaming.