Quotes About Dreams

Like Phoenix, you work all your life to find your way, through all the obstructions and the false appearances and the upsets you may have brought on yourself, to reach a meaning—using inventions of your imagination, perhaps helped out by your dreams and bits of good luck. And finally too, like Phoenix, you have to assume that what you are working in aid of is life, not death. But you would make the trip anyway—wouldn't you?—just on hope. 1974

JEAN: Visezi de-a-mpicioarelea! BERENGER: Dar eu stau jos. JEAN: Jos sau în picioare-i tot aia! BERENGER: Eh. nu... totuÅŸi e-o diferen??! JEAN: Nu-i vorba de asta. BERENGER: P?i tu ai spus c?-i totuna de-i jos sau în picioare... JEAN: Nu m-ai înÅ£eles. Atunci cînd visezi e totuna dac? visezi aÅŸezat sau în picioare!... BERENGER: Ei bine, da, visez... ViaÅ£a e vis...

The light of memory, or rather the light that memory lends to things, is the palest light of all…I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my life or dreamed it. Just as dreams do, memory makes me profoundly aware of the unreality, the evanescence of the world, a fleeting image in the moving water

Her eyes . . . What's the colour of her eyes . . . ? JEAN : Misty eyes . . . no, black . . . no, very bright . . . and penetrating . . . no, elusive . . . with a present, no, absent look, the colour of certain dreams, as gentle as the touch of a warm river in summer. You see? She's easy to recognize!

No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over.

All good and true book-lovers practice the pleasing and improving avocation of reading in bed ... No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over.

Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod, one night sailed off in a wooden shoe; Sailed off on a river of crystal light into a sea of dew. Where are you going and what do you wish? the old moon asked the three. We've come to fish for the herring fish that live in this beautiful sea. Nets of silver and gold have we, said Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod.

And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle-bed; So shut your eyes while Mother sings Of wonderful sights that be, And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock on the misty sea.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, and Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies is a wee one's trundle-bed. So shut your eyes while Mother sings of wonderful sights that be, And you shall see the beautiful things as you rock in the misty sea, Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

Why can't you remember your Shakespeare and forget the third-raters. You'll find what you're trying to say in him- as you'll find everything else worth saying. 'We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with sleep.'' - 'Fine! That's beautiful. But I wasn't trying to say that. We are such stuff as manure is made on, so let's drink up and forget it. That's more my idea.

In dreams begin responsibilities," as the poet Yeats said,

And music, your music, it teases at my ear. I turn and it fades away and you're not here! Let hopes pass! Let dreams pass! Let them die! Without you, what are they for? I always feel no more than half-way real 'til I hear you sing once more!

Christine: In sleep he sang to me In dreams he came. That voice which calls to me, And speaks my name. And do I dream again? For now I find, The phantom of the opera is here, Inside my mind Phantom: Sing once again with me , Our strange duet. My power over you, Grows strenger yet. And though you turn from me, To glace behind. The phantom of the opera is there, Inside your mind ? ? The Phantom of the Opera ? ?

Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind.

What drives history is the human ambition to alter one's condition to match one's hopes.'3

Like everyone else in the house, she suffers from dreams.

Não fico ressentida por conta disso, mas seria muito bom fazer coisas como passar um fim de semana em Paris, mas isso não é possível para mim no momento. Porém, sei que um dia, se seguir as regras da vida — o jogo da vida — poderei ter as coisas que sempre desejei, e elas serão muito mais especiais porque serei muito mais velha e muito mais capaz de apreciá-las.

Books and movies are portals through which we escape from sour reality. They enable us to change our names, our history, our faces and our tomorrows, at least for a few hours. Most people don't realize they are traveling on magic carpets.

I close my eyes, knowing that afterward we will fall asleep together on our small mattress, as we do every night, listening to the wind in the palm trees outside our window, believing in our thick dreams that we are capable of nothing cruel.

When you were a little girl, Madam.....was this the woman you dreamed of becoming?

Of course, Andrzej never managed to leave Iowa, but the idea was good and romantic. That's what all Polish boys like when they are seventeen years old: Romantic ideas and somewhere to go.

A world between my fingers.

I could never resist the temptation of having a look at something that doesn't exist.

But every dream, if dreamed too long, turns into a nightmare. And we awake from such dreams screaming.