Quotes About Dreams

Books that distribute things... with as daring a freedom as we use in dreams, put us on our feet again.

Still, we're less betrayed by others, it seems, than by our own hopes and dreams.

I worshipped Berry Gordy for the creative dreams he had made come true.

Good sex is impossible to write about. Lawrence and Updike have given it their all, and the result is still uneasy and unsure. It may be that good sex is something fiction just can't do -- like dreams. Most of the sex in my novels is absolutely disastrous. Sex can be funny, but not very sexy.

Cities at night, I feel, contain men who cry in their sleep and then say Nothing. It's nothing. Just sad dreams. Or something like that ... Swing low in your weep ship, with your tear scans and your sob probes, and you would mark them. Women--and they can be wives, lovers, gaunt muses, fat nurses, obsessions, devourers, exes, nemeses--will wake and turn to these man and ask, with female need-to-know, "What is it?" And the men say, "Nothing. No it isn't anything really. Just sad dreams."

I hate being lost, so much so that quite often I dream of not being able to find my way. Along with two other nightmares, missing trains and planes, it happens in reality quite frequently: cruelly often when I am searching for a church or museum containing a rare work of art.

Martin L. Shoemaker

I have covenanted with my Lord that He should not send visions, or dreams or even angels! I am content with this gift of the Scriptures, which teaches and supplies all that is necessary both for this life and that which is to come.

Thus although Nebuchadnezzar no longer remembered his dream, yet he could not forget the impression it made.

There is a legend that everything wasted on the earth is stored and treasured on the moon: unfulfilled dreams, broken vows, unanswered prayers, wasted time

It was taunted as reality. It was dangled as a carrot. In terms of people's hopes and dreams, to say that that is less of a reality than the daily grind they find themselves in is maybe not correct.

In a way, everyone was a Don Quixote, their heads alive with plots and characters, even if they didn't act on them directly.

And the nearest season is imagination.

Through the wind and the rain She stands hard as a stone In a world that she can't rise above But her dreams give her wings And she flies to a place where she's loved Concrete angel

I don't know anyone else who could dream a world where nothing ends.

Like humans, horses have both shallow sleep and a deeper rest period of rest known as rapid eye movement (REM) sleep. Horses need about fifteen minutes of REM sleep each day, and they can get that only while lying down.

But if one had everything one could ever need or want, what was left to dream of?

despite the efforts of ancient writers to embellish them with dramatic appearances of the gods, uncanny omens and prophetic dreams – the reality of the surroundings was probably mundane. For us, 'to cross the Rubicon' has come to mean 'to pass the point of no return'. It did not mean that to Caesar.

Gardeners, I think, dream bigger dreams than emperors.

Every sleepy boy and girl in every bed around the world can hear the stars up in the sky whispering a lullaby.

A shining isle in a stormy sea, We seek it ever with smiles and sighs; To-day is sad. In the bland To-be, Serene and lovely To-morrow lies.

Within your heart, keep one still, secret spot where dreams may go.

Better never to have met you in my dream than to wake and reach for hands that are not there.

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee to me.