Quotes About Surreal

Come, my head's free at last!" said Alice in a tone of delight, which changed into alarm in another moment, when she found that her shoulders were nowhere to be found: all she could see, when she looked down, was an immense length of neck, which seemed to rise like a stalk out of a sea of green leaves that lay far below her.

Board the cows! We've come to enslave your marigolds.

I feel like I swallowed a Magritte. Like on the inside, I'm made of clouds and floating eyes, green apples, and slowly rising men in bowler hats.

I feel like I swallowed a Magritte. Like on the inside, I'm made of clouds and floating eyes, green apples, and slowly rising men in bowler hats. You are officially the most annoying unreal creature ever. Meet a lot of us, do you?

My head kinda hurts," Miss New Mexico said. Several of the girls gasped. Half of an airline serving tray was lodged in her forehead, forming a small blue canopy over her eyes.

Their jaws unhinged and they vomited out an oily black substance, which fell to the floor like a river of snakes.

Eraserhead is my most spiritual movie. No one understands when I say that, but it is.

The same thing is happening to me as happens to people in dreams when they see and feel a wound but can't remember having received it.

I never thought I'd have sex with an extraterrestrial.

A fish may love a bird, but where would they live? - Then I shall build you wings.

Waking was the most reliable part of a dream, as built into dreams as death is to life. You dream, you wake: you live, you die.

The dream reveals the reality which conception lags behind. That is the horror of life-the terror of art.

Sometimes dreams trick you into believing they're real. And then there are other times when, completely out of the blue, life suddenly becomes surreal that you wonder if perhaps you're dreaming after all.

Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat. "We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." "How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here.

I died. I died and someone made a clerical error and I am in Heaven.

As was often the case, Magic just chuckled and kicked physics in the balls, leaving it groaning and wondering what just happened.

That, I realized, is the great beauty of dreams: the devil may inevitably find a way to jerk you off, but you can always wake up before he makes you cum.

What has prepared Heather for her life in the Burrow? Sleep, being hit over the head once in sixth grade and losing consciousness for a minute, waking up to find out someone had pushed her off the swings. A life made of air

It was like being asleep when you were awake and awake when you were asleep. I'd pinch myself, figuratively speaking - I had to keep pinching myself. Then I'd wake up kind of in reverse; I'd go back to the nightmare I had to live in. And everything would be clear and reasonable.

Surrounded by stories surreal and sublime, I fell in Love in the Library once upon a time.

The day Somebody McSomebody put a gun to my breast and called me a cat and threatened to shoot me was the same day the milkman died.

In our dreams we can have our eggs cooked exactly how we want them, but we can't eat them.

So many dreams are crowding upon me now that I can scarcely tell true from false: dreams like light imprisoned in bright mineral caves; hot, heavy dreams; ice-age dreams; dreams like machines in the head.

She herself did not seem quite real. She was pale and almost transparent, the victim I used for my own enjoyment in dreams.