Quotes About Dreams

Nico couldn't stop the memories. They cluttered his dreams like the ghosts of Asphodel – an aimless, sorrowful mob pleading for attention. Save me, they seemed to whisper. Remember me. Help me. Comfort me.

You drool in your sleep.

The world inside his head was so much better than the world outside his head.

His head was always in the clouds. 'I'm writing a novel,' he told her. As if that was something to crow about. As if there weren't enough novels in the world already.

man is a god in ruins. When men are innocent, life shall be longer, and shall pass into the immortal, as gently as we awake from dreams." RALPH WALDO EMERSON, Nature

So the Giant. Maybe Jack had no particular giant in mind; maybe it was just a giant-sized hole in his dreams and desires that the big-G Giant later came forward to fill.

There was no despondency when she fell asleep that night; nor was there hope when she awoke in the morning.

The years that are gone seem like dreams--if one might go on sleeping and dreaming--but to wake up and find--oh! well! Perhaps it is better to wake up after all, even to suffer, rather than to remain a dupe to illusions all one's life.

As the devoted wife of a man who worshipped her, she felt she would take her place with a certain dignity in the world of reality, closing the portals forever behind her upon the realm of romance and dreams.

As the devoted wife of a man that worshiped her, she felt she would take her place with a certain dignity in the world of reality, closing the portals forever behind her upon the realm of romance and dreams

Her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her. Spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own. She breathed a quick prayer that life might be long. It was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might be long.

How much could a heart hold? ... The goat was in his heart, too. Seemingly, the heart could hold an untold amount of things--letters and people and goats and bees. Seemingly, there was no limit to what it could contain.

Killing him will not banish him from your dreams, said Cannoc. I can assure you of that. Think on who you are, Jack Dory.

Will we ever know what became of her? he asked wistfully. Only if we can trust dreams. I fear they lie as often they tell the truth.

I want to stay here and think about the secret door.' 'You can think about it on the way. That's the beautiful thing about the secret door. You can open it anywhere, any time.' In later years, the court ladies often laughed behind their fans at the Dauphin, saying cruelly that he could spend a whole day tapping his cane against his foot and staring into space. I knew, though, that he was building castles in the air.

Someday, when he was good enough, he would ask her to write them in a book and let him do all the pictures.

Ain't 'cha gonna run? she asked. No, he said, shoving the sheet away. I'm gonna fly.

Time flies when you're talking about wishes and yarn.

Frequent Wishing on the Gracious Moon

Come to us and quackle and quank. Relieve us of our stirrings With your fangs so sharp and bright Take this blood that's always purring. Through our hollow bones it flows To each feather and downy fluff. Quell the terrible, horrid urge that so often prinkles us, Still our dreams, make slow our thoughts Let tranquillity flood our veins. Come to us and drink your fill So we might end our pains. - The Owls at St. Aegolius calling to the bats

No one is too small for anything. You just have to think big!

Mum! Da!" he cried out in his half sleep.

Where there are legends, there can be hope. Where there are legends, there can be dreams of knightly owls, from a kingdom called Ga'Hoole, who will rise each night into the blackness and perform noble deeds. Owls who speak no words but true ones. Owls whose only purpose is to right all wrongs, to make strong the weak, mend the broken, vanquish the proud, and make powerless those who abuse the frail. With hearts sublime, they

Maps are dreams: both describe desire, where you want to go, but never the reality of the destination.