Quotes About Dreams

I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know.

Love's pleasure drives his love away, The painter's brush consumes his dreams.

Yoga answers a lot of physical problems such as back pain, stress issues, and any kind of joint problems or illnesses. Even more important is the spiritual questioning that comes up around our middle years. We wonder what do I want to hand down to my children, and how do I want to spend my days on this earth? I think yoga begins to help us look at what our passions and our dreams are. And it helps give us the courage once we find passion to actually pursue that!

And soon, in the coming nights, we will appear, like wandering actors, each in the other's dream and in the dreams of strangers whom we didn't know together.

It was clear: I was sick. I never used to dream. They say in the old days it was the most normal thing in the world to have dreams. Which makes sense: Their whole life was some kind of horrible merry-go-round of green, orange, Buddha, juice. But today we know that dreams point to a serious mental illness. And I know that up to now my brain has checked out chronometrically perfect, a mechanism without a speck of dust.

Shutting my eyes, I dreamed in formulas.

Well, which final revolution do you want then? There isn't a final one. Revolutions are infinite. Final things are for children because infinity scares children and it is important that children sleep peacefully at night . . .

Final things are for children, because infinity scares children, and it is important that children sleep peacefully at night.

It is not your fault; you are ill. And the name of your illness is: FANCY.

Now I no longer live in our clear, rational world; I live in the ancient nightmare world, the world of square roots of minus one.

I never showed up in her dreams, I am certain, as people we keep in our memories rarely have a place for us in theirs.

Wishing only wounds the heart.

Dreams are but prologue to days, epilogue to other days, written by our faltering minds.

You're the only one more impractical than he was, she said; you should know this is not a country for dreamers.

I never showed up in her dreams, I am certain, as people we kep in our memories rarely have a place for us in theirs.

Most men are undertakers of their women's dreams. And, of course, most women are undertakers of their men's dreams, too.

Night for those sound sleepers was a cocoon against time. For me, I wanted to believe, it was even better. Time, at night, was my possession, not the other way around.

Your total life is nothing without activity. When you are not acting, you are dead. You act in sleep also. You act through dreams. You act through mental vibrations. You are continually vibrating. The moment you don't vibrate you are dead. Death is nothing but nonvibration of a finite unit. That's all death is. S

the fatal flaw of the settlement movement: the sin of not seeing, of becoming so enraptured with one's own story, the justice and poetry of one's national epic, that you can't acknowledge the consequences to another people of fulfilling the whole of your own people's dreams.

When I lay down on that clean concrete bed, I found the ideal place for an afternoon nap. On many baking afternoons that followed, if I saw that the morgue was not otherwise occupied, I would lie on the slab and savor its soothing coolness; sometimes in my dreams I would find myself in a garden full of blooming flowers.

Unequal lives give rise to unequal dreams.

It is half dawn and half dark and in my drunken dreams I smell flowers and hear a skylark...

I've known supreme happiness, and I'm not greedy enough to want what I have to go on forever. Every dream ends. Wouldn't it be foolish, knowing that nothing lasts forever, to insist that one has a right to do something that does? [...]but, if eternity existed, it would be this moment.