Quotes About Surreal

Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night.

When I'd woken the next morning, I'd done so in a dislocated world of dimmed daylight and diluted colors, a sodden world, feeling like I was a castaway on an alien planet.

Cine n-ar dori s? moar? visând c? moare?

I've been to the other side...You're dead there, too.

Desire suppressed finds its way into other more surreal settings, into dreams.

I have absurdly vivid dreams.

If sometimes dreams come true, what of our nightmares?

Dreams are often most profound when they seem the most crazy.

I am living in a nightmare, from which from time to time I wake in sleep.

One of the characteristics of the dream is that nothing surprises us in it. With no regret, we agree to live in it with strangers, completely cut off from our habits and friends.

I will steal your dreams tonight. Dark

The conversation was like the sort one has in dreams—mad but interesting.

Solace of Silencesurreal synapsesof a melancholy dronea dream per chanceshe dared not be alone...

You know it's real when reality becomes a dream, the dream becomes real, and real feels unreal

Back off or the lizard gets it!

When I arrived in Madrid I felt that it was a dream that I didn't want to escape from.

When hell fills up, the dead will walk the streets.

I felt like I was in a movie and had two cameras for eyes

Sometimes, when there's been an accident and reality is too sudden and strange to comprehend, the surreal will take over. Action slows to a dreamlike glide, frame by frame; the motion of a hand, a sentence spoken, fills an eternity.

Sometimes when there's been an accident and reality is too sudden and strange to comprehend, the surreal will take over

Talvolta, nel caso di un incidente, quando l'evento è troppo improvviso e strano per essere compreso, il surreale prende il sopravvento. Le azioni procedono al rallentatore, come in un sogno, fotogramma per fotogramma; il movimento di una mano, una frase, durano un'eternità.

Sometimes, when there's been an accident and reality is too sudden and strange to comprehend, the surreal will take over. Action slows to a dreamlike glide, frame by frame; the motion of a hand, a sentence spoken, fills an eternity. Little things—a cricket on a stem, the veined branches on a leaf—are magnified, brought from the background in achingly clear focus. And

Nebun nu este acela care se rupe de real, ci acela pe care realul îl invadeaz? È™i îl debordeaz?.

No one's really interested in other people's dreams, so I won't dwell on the subject, although I find it impossible to explain a life without talking about the part that's underground—the imaginative, the unreal.