Quotes About Surreal

Spesso sorvolo in sogno il mio lontano paese ntale, Fengyangshu. Mi vedo avvicinarmi ogni giorno di più a un fiume dalle acque torbide, che scorre da est a ovest. Lo attraverso dirigendomi verso la riva sinistra, dove i campi di papavero creano una possente onda rossa che si gonfia con il vento, e mi afferra, mi solleva, e mi sospinge verso quella Fengyangshu dove sono nato.

La pobreza no es más surreal que la riqueza; un cuerpo vestido con harapos mugrosos no es más surreal que una princesa vestida para un baile o un desnudo prístino.

The very shapes of the trees were like frozen screams.

He said to them, "Weird? This ain't weird." And then he uttered the phrase that one heard every night around the station when things seemed too surreal to be true: "Man, this is fucking Hollywood!" After that, there was usually no need for further comment.

Night runs with its children, Sleep and Death, with its twins, the true dream and the false one.

Previously it had appeared to be simply curious about her but now it reared up on its hind legs again and let out a hoarse and awful roar that chilled Liv's blood. Dear God I'm about to be eaten by a blue alien teddy bear, she thought wildly as it came toward her. What the hell are they going to put on my tombstone? Here lies Liv, Without a care She died from the bite Of a teddy bear. Okay, so maybe she wasn't completely sober yet but she was completely terrified.

where the dead walked and the living were made of cardboard.

O woman shapely as a swan, Your gunmen tread on my dreams

like something Disney might have envisioned if he'd taken a dose of LSD, backed up with a serving of psilocybin mushrooms, and a quart of tequila.

Talking about dreams is like talking about movies, since the cinema uses the language of dreams; years can pass in a second and you can hop from one place to another. It's a language made of image. And in the real cinema, every object and every light means something, as in a dream.

And Nuria again saw hundreds, thousands, millions of slimy, horrible salamanders all around her

And so we continued, making love, for over two hundred years and when we finished, five hours later, we realized that our building had been knocked down three months previously and that our room had become a space ship of flesh and bone.

somos una pesadilla de Dios, que es loco…

Surrealism: An archaic term. Formerly an art movement. No longer distinguishable from everyday life.

Roll gently onto your back for me, and know my teeth are made of feathers.

Sul livello malva, accovacciato su onde di un magenta più scuro che nascondevano la sua forma arcuata, il pazzo attendeva.

The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.

In dreams you don't need to make any distinctions between things. Not at all. Boundaries don't exist. So in dreams there are hardly ever collisions. Even if there are, they don't hurt. Reality is different. Reality bites. Reality, reality.

Nothing in the real world is as beautiful as the illusions of a person about to lose consciousness.

And her sleep was too long and deep for that:so deep that she left her normal reality behind.

Overhead, the two moons worked together to bathe the world in a strange light.

Far away, I could hear them lapping up my brains. Like Macbeth's witches, the three lithe cats surrounded my broken head, slurping up that thick soup inside. The tips of their rough tongues licked the soft folds of my mind. And with each lick my consciousness flickered like a flame and faded away.

I often dream about the Dolphin Hotel.

If this was a dream, then the world I'm living in itself must all be a dream.