Quotes About Dreams

Give them pleasure. The same pleasure they have when they wake up from a nightmare.

Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.

Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?

Go by, go by, with all your din, Your dust, your greed, your guile, Your pomp, your gold; you cannot win From her one smile.... Outlawed? Then hills and glens and streams Are outlawed, too. Proud world, from our immortal dreams, We banish you.

Any one who sits in reverie thus, of course, may see similar ridiculous pictures when the will no longer guides construction. The incongruities of dreams are thus explained.

He was a man in whom the dreams of God that haunt the soul in youth, though overlaid by the scum that gathers in the fight for money, had not, as with the majority, utterly died the death. - Secret Worship

The dark side of life, and the horror of it, belonged to a world that lay remote from his own select little atmosphere of books and dreamings.

Here, where the world is quiet;Here, where all trouble seemsDead winds' and spent waves' riotIn doubtful dreams of dreams.

God almighty. It is the dregs, really, to be living in a time when even your dreams have to be post-postmodern consciouser-than-thou.

The fact is, imagine.

All the characters in my books are imagined, but all have a bit of who I am in them - much like the characters in your dreams are all formed by who you are.

I feel more influenced in my own work by dreams than I do by other writers' works in a way. Or by popular culture, movies - what else is there to write about than love and loss?

till we meet again, my heart awaits you. till we meet again, you will trouble my dreams

They should invent some way to tape-record your dreams. I've written songs in my dreams that were Beatles songs. Then I'd wake up and they'd be gone.

What's interesting is, for myself, when I become really attracted to somebody, I find them in my dreams... conversations, nothing more.

You can be betrayed in your sleep. The whole world can tilt while you're dreaming of butterflies.

Who would ever give up the reality of dreams for relative knowledge?

You cannot approach this from logic. You have to approach this from the most wild depths of your imagination.

you see all night in your dreams. And the blue of my voice can't help but see you.

You entered this hall in your moonlit unconsciousness pleading for a different life.

I couldn't sleep in my dream.

You talk to me in your sleep, the only time you talk to me.

You return here at night when you dream. A part of your waking self remains

in the telepathy of dreams TALK TO ME