Quotes About Surreal

Sometimes, as Eve was born from one of Adam's ribs, a woman was born during my sleep from a cramped position of my thigh.

Slightly surreal, so private, so obscure That critics classify his work as 'pure' Because, in digging through the endless chatter They can't discern what is the subject matter...

'Doom Patrol' is doing the most - and the wackiest - things, but when you've been alive in this time, you know it's actually not so wacky. Awful, strange, and inexplicable things do happen.

Being honoured with a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame alongside the names of some of my childhood heroes is slightly surreal and incredibly awesome.

I remember driving the tractor on our farm, and Tim McGraw would be on the radio. I'd find myself walking out of class, singing his songs. And then Tim ended up playing my father in 'Friday Night Lights.' It was surreal.

It's a really strange thing to be doing, to go on stage and all of a sudden have bright lights and spotlights.

When my baby was born, I felt like somebody had spiked my drink, and I suddenly was so full of love that it was a little bit as if I was drugged. I didn't think that anyone could feel that way.

I suffer from bizarre dreams and epic nightmares.

In my most psychotic stages, I imagine myself chewing on sidewalks and bulging and swallowing sunlight and clouds.

The merry-go-round was running, yes, but... It was running backward. The small calliope inside the carousel machinery rattle-snapped its nervous-stallion shivering drums, clashed its harvest-moon cymbals, toothed its castanets, and throatily choked and sobbed its reeds, whistles, and baroque flutes.

The river was mild and leisurely, going away from the people who ate shadows for breakfast and steam for lunch and vapors for supper.

Sleep is a patch of death, but three in the morn, full wide-eyed staring, is living death! You dream with your eyes open. God, if you had the strength to rouse up, you'd slaughter your half-dreams with a buckshot! But no, you lie pinned to a deep well-bottom that's burned dry.

Si on ne peut avoir la réalité, autant se réfugier dans le rêve.

Tengo la sensación de estaros contando un sueño, pero inútilmente, porque ningún relato de un sueño puede transmitir la sensación del sueño, esa mezcla de absurdo, sorpresa y aturdimiento en un temblor de rebelión agónica, esa sensación de ser capturado por lo increíble, que constituye la esencia de los sueños...

There was only one catch and that was Catch-22. Orr would be crazy to fly more missions and sane if he didn't, but if he was sane he had to fly them. If he flew them he was crazy and didn't have to; but if he didn't want to he was sane and had to.

you have to be insane before they will let you fly no more missions, but the fact that you want to fly no more missions is proof that you are not insane.

My balls are gone!

Blackouts can be fun if approached with the right mindset. You just can't sweat the fact that you've lost a small portion of your life for all eternity. Occasionally, little bubbles of memory will float up like surreal Mylar party balloons at unexpected times throughout the net day and start piecing together a colorful, if incomplete, version of reality.

The surreal is as integral a part of our lives as the 'real,' although one might argue that, since the unconscious underlies consciousness, and we are continuously bombarded by images, moods, and memories from that uncharitable terrain, it is in fact more primary than the 'real.

Komisch warm daß inmitten eines Wirklichkeit gewordenen Alptraums, in einem unterirdischen Schloß ohne Ausgang mir schon der Anblick von lesbarer Schrift ein Gefühl von Geborgenheit geben konnte. Deshalb mußte ich lachen, oh meine Freunde, schallend und anhaltend.

They are all. They are the soul, somber, surreal, bringers of pain, bringers of rapture. They do not kill; their love is pure, but different, not human.

My brain said it would be very difficult for the Russians to control French officials that way, especially since Ukraine. My gut told my brain it was talking out of my ass. It was a very organic and slightly surreal conversation

You're a bloody spy," the stranger said, as calmly as if they'd just sat down for a cup of coffee together. "And to make it worse, you're trying to steal our Berg. And strike three, you're an ugly son of a gun, aren't you?" "I was just going to say the same thing about you," Mark replied. Everything had turned surreal.

ghostly forms of darkness in the heat mirage,