Quotes About Dreaming

For me,the greater part of writing is daydreaming, dreaming the dream of my story until it hatches out-the writing down of it I always find hard.But I love finishing it,then holding the book in my hand and sharing my dream with my readers.

It doesn't seem real," said Linda. "None of this. It's like we're all dreaming or something. Or maybe we really are dead." "Nah," said Patsy, fluffing her bleach-blond curls. "If this was heaven there'd be more naked men.

Cut away all of those feelings that showcase your weakness and develop the strong character that you have always been dreaming since birth.

Your mind will still work even when you pretend you were sleeping. Thought, like consciousness, will never cease to exist.

To be human is to write, to compose, to create, and to dream. So is to think, to test, and to know why.

Nod house turned into shout house. In the shout house memory said shut up. It said silence, misery said amen, the mule's head meant my stubborn lungs. . . I stood imagining I fell back dreaming, stuck tongue stuck in my jaw broke my jaw

All the honors of men in a state of sleep are as nothing.

That even now, even after all the years of dreaming, of wanting, she is not Tristan, and she is not Jill, and she is not anyone who can recklessly seize unexpected opportunities.

Early morning of Harvest Day, Peretur was filling a bucket at the well, and swirling the water to and fro with her hand, half dreaming when the lake song to her, and today the lake's song was strong and insistent and it was for her.

full of rage at a world which seemed all wrong to her and dreaming about someplace where she would belong, really belong.

She would take control of her dreaming and make it work for her, like a film director, creating a movie in which she was both the scriptwriter and the leading actor.

Change is a difficult task, a dying, a dreaming, an awakening.

We are close to waking when we dream that we are dreaming.

Wir sind dem Aufwachen nah, wenn wir träumen, daß wir träumen.

Wir sind dem Aufwachen nahe, wenn wir träumen, daß wir träumen.

When you realize your blood has come, smile; an honest smile, for you are about to have an intense union with your magic. This is a private time...for thinking and dreaming. [D]raining worries, fall away as your body lets what she doesn't need go from her. Remember that you are a river; your banks are red honey where the Moon wanders.

I'm never satisfied. I need stronger and stronger stimulation. But I'm a coward and a lazybones, so for the most part nothing happens beyond my imagining some excitement. I'm a speculator of the metaphysical. An adventurer only in my mind. A navigator within the reading room. In other words, I'm an insignificant dream-weaver.

I absentmindedly fantasize as I rest my chin in my hand. But in the end I can do nothing.

Action is the last resource of those who know not how to dream.

Instead, we linger over a luxury that costs nothing: Imagining what may be.

I keep dreaming of a future, a future with a long and healthy life, not lived in the shadow of cancer but in the light.

What is the soul? What color is it? I suspected my soul, being mischievous, might slip away while I was dreaming and fail to return. I did my best not to fall asleep, to keep it inside of me where it belonged.

I suspected my soul, being mischievous, might slip away while I was dreaming and fail to return.

I wished nothing more than to say my prayers, yet these words troubled me and I plagued her with questions. What is the soul? What color is it? I suspected my soul, being mischievous, might slip away while I was dreaming and fail to return.