Quotes About Dreams

The first night Stephen and I slept together, he whispered numbers into my ear: long, high numbers -- distances between planets, seconds in a life. He spoke as if they were poetry, and they became poetry. Later, when he fell asleep, I leaned over him and watched, trying to picture a mathematician's dreams. I concluded that Stephen must dream in abstract, cool designs like Mondrian paintings.

A cormorant broke the surface, like an improbable idea tearing the membrane between dreams and life.

Holding me, as it were, within the infinite hope of your plausibility.

Political policies determine how the human race confronts this crisis. War doesn't have that ability. War has only one outcome. War is stupid, Ralph. It is the desecration of the human spirit, martyring yourself for someone else's dream. It is for people who do not believe in themselves.

Peter F. Hamilton

If you don't believe in ghosts, why you wake up from nightmares screaming out the names of your dead friends?

Can I know that mine was a foolish, innocent world, a world of delusion and feeling and ridiculous dreams - a world of music - and still love it? Endlessly, effortlessly.

Meine Wissenschaft gibt mir Wachträume, die andere nicht einmal im Schlafen haben." Peter Handke: Langsame Heimkehr. Erzählung. Frankfurt am Main 1994, S. 63.

Sorrow beyond dreams.

The problem of utopia is that it can only be approached across a sea of blood, and you never arrive.

People under thirty haven't yet stopped believing that something wonderful can suddenly happen.

When the flocks were breeding, I saw in a dream that the streaked, spotted, and speckled males were mating with the females.

“Do you intend to reign over us?” his brothers asked. “Will you actually rule us?” So they hated him even more because of his dream and his statements.

And his brothers were jealous of him, but his father kept in mind what he had said.

“Come now, let us kill him and throw him into one of the pits. We can say that a vicious animal has devoured him. Then we shall see what becomes of his dreams!”

So when Joseph came to his brothers, they stripped him of his robe—the robe of many colors he was wearing—

So Josephís master took him and had him thrown into the prison where the kingís prisoners were confined. While Joseph was there in the prison,

and imprisoned them in the house of the captain of the guard, the same prison where Joseph was confined.

both of these men—the Egyptian kingís cupbearer and baker, who were being held in the prison—had a dream on the same night, and each dream had its own meaning.

When Joseph came to them in the morning, he saw that they were distraught.

“We both had dreams,” they replied, “but there is no one to interpret them.” Then Joseph said to them, “Donít interpretations belong to God? Tell me your dreams.”

Joseph replied, “This is the interpretation: The three branches are three days.

Within three days Pharaoh will lift up your head and restore your position. You will put Pharaohís cup in his hand, just as you did when you were his cupbearer.

Joseph replied, “This is the interpretation: The three baskets are three days.