Quotes About Dreaming

Don't paint from nature too much. Art is an abstraction. Derive this abstraction from nature while dreaming before it, and think more of the creation that will result.

Reading is dreaming. Reading is entering a world of imagination shared between reader and author. Reading is getting beyond the words to the story or meaning underneath.

Well, life is not just a business of standing on dry land and occasionally getting your feet wet. It is merely an illusion that some of us stand on one bank and some on the opposite. So long as we stand like that we are not living at all, but dreaming. So jump, jump in, and let the shock wake us up. Even if we drown, at least for a moment or two before we die we shall be awake and alive.

For some moviegoers, movies probably contribute to that self-defeating romanticizing of expectations which makes life a series of disappointments. They watch the same movies over and over on television, as if they were constantly returning to the scene of the crime—the life they were so busy dreaming about that they never lived it.

el vivir sólo es soñar; y la experiencia me enseña que el hombre que vive, sueña lo que es, hasta despertar.

mira bien lo que te advierto: que seas humilde y blando, porque quizá estás soñando, aunque ves que estás despierto.

For perhaps thou art but dreaming, When it seems that thou'rt awake.

Ay de ti, que soberbia vas mostrando sin saber que están soñando!

Perhaps I shall not write my account of the Paleolithic at all, but make a film of it. A silent film at that, in which I shall show you first the great slumbering rocks of the Cambrian period, and move from those to the mountains of Wales, from Ordovician to Devonian, on the lush glowing Cotswolds, on to the white cliffs of Dover... An impressionistic, dreaming film, in which the folded rocks arise and flower and grow and become Salisbury Cathedral and York Minster...

Soft as an Incarnation of the Sun, When light is changed to love, this glorious One Floated into the cavern where I lay, And called my Spirit, and the dreaming clay Was lifted by the thing that dreamed below As smoke by fire, and in the beauty's glow I stood, and felt the dawn of my long night Was penetrating me with living light: I knew it was the Vision veiled from me So many years - that it was Emily. - Epipsychidion

Inner peace enhances our ability to enjoy solitude, leisure, and the company of others. Our sleeping improves and dreaming becomes a time of fun and enrichment, rather than a restless and disturbed thrashing-about in symbolic reenactments of childhood trauma.

The Crimson King speaks. As a direct result, somewhere a slumbering, dreaming infant shudders in its sleep, and dies.