Quotes About Dreaming

I feel like I'm dreaming. 10,000 points in the NBA. It's crazy.

These new young politicians have given us the confidence to start dreaming again to believe there is a better politics, and a better future for Italy in general.

I was dreaming of Craig Carton.

In a world of monotonous horror there could be no salvation in wild dreaming.

Willpower, gunpowder, concussive thunder. Pink, orange, red, orange dreaming red.

I dreamt the past was never past redeeming:But whether this was false or honest dreamingI beg death's pardon now. And mourn the dead.

Rose once told me about this poem she'd read. There was this line, 'If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking.' You know what I'm afraid of? That someday, even with my eyes open, I still won't know.

Rose once told me "If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking." Adrian Ivashkov to Sydney Sage

ONCE WHEN I WAS ninth grade i had to write a paper on a poem. One of the lines was"If your eyes weren't open you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking' It hadn't meant meant much to me at the time. After all there'd been a guy in the class that i liked so how could i be expected to pay attention to literary analysis? Now three year later i understand the poem perfectly.

he described himself in interviews as 'hallucinating gently for a living.

We're asleep yet not asleep. We are thinking a strange thought, Thinking we are to be slaughtered, That cranberry branches are burning, That cauldrons are steaming, That steel knives are being sharpened.

You're going to mess this up, do you know that? You don't even see what's in front of you. You're like everybody else. No, I'm not. You're dreaming backward.

Leah, wake up. Dougal sat on the edge of her bed and patted her shoulder. Mmm, she moaned. What is it,Howard? Howard? Are ye dreaming of Howard? Her eyes flickered open. Dougal? Aye, 'tis me, yer true love, Dougal. She smiled drowsily at him. Yes, that's true.

Leo, put me down. I can walk. I like carrying you. He strode down the hallway toward the bedchamber. I dream about holding you in my arms.

Most people seemed to think that you fell asleep and then started dreaming, but as far as Minny could tell, the process was exactly the reverse — you started dreaming and that enabled you to fall asleep.

All day she had been dreaming of the comet, its wild and fiery beauty, what it might mean, how her life might change.

The interwoven spheres and vines ran along the bottom. I'd done some research, and I'd found this motif everywhere. These overlapping circles were ancient, tracing back to Pythagorean geometry--geometry, a measure of the world. In more mystical terms, the shape had always evoked tghe place where world overlap: dreaming with waking, death with life, the visible with the unseen. [p. 362]

Summer is the time for dreaming, and then you have to stop. But some people go on dreaming all their lives, and cannot change.

Life is but a momentary glimpse of the wonder of this astonishing universe, and it is sad to see so many dreaming it away on spiritual fantasy.

And then, just at that moment, when I'm no longer sure if I'm dreaming or awake or walking some valley in between where everything you wish for comes true, I feel the flutter of his lips on mine.

Her expression almost never changed. Made it hard to tell what she was thinking. But also made her seem separate from the rest of the world. It was like she lived so deep in the ocean even light couldn't reach her. Like a fish that couldn't see the dark lonely depths, because it was always dreaming about sunlight.

Existences and events occurring without any relationship to myself, occurring at places that not only appealed to my senses but were moreover denied to me— these, together with the people involved in them, constituted my definition of "tragic things." It seemed that my grief at being eternally excluded was always transformed in my dreaming into grief for those persons and their ways of life, and that solely through my own grief I was trying to share in their existences.

I've been here before, dreaming myself backwards, among grappling hooks of light. True to the seasons, I've lived every word spoken. Did I walk into someone's nightmare?

and dreaming about tomorrow was pure escapism from the pain we fear today. Note: from the introduction written by Chopra in The Wisdom of Insecurity by Alan Watts.