Quotes About Dreams

The truth is, though, that the things we love most, or think we love, only have their full value when we merely dream them.

Tenemos todos dos vidas: la verdadera, que es la que soñamos en la infancia, y que continuamos soñando, adultos en un sustrato de niebla; la falsa, que es la que vivimos en convivencia con los demás, que es la práctica, la útil, aquella en que terminan por meternos en un cajón.

I've created various personalities within. I constantly create personalities. Each of my dreams, as soon as I start dreaming it, is immediately incarnated in another person, who is then the one dreaming it, and not I.

Todos los movimientos y las intenciones de la vida, desde la vida sencilla de los pulmones hasta la construcción de ciudades y el trazado de fronteras de imperios, los considero como una somnolencia, cosas como sueños o descansos pasadas involuntariamente en el intervalo entre una realidad y otra realidad, entre un día y otro día del Absoluto.

Cum eu mi-am luat visurile drept realitate ÅŸi mi-am tr?it cât se poate mai intens propriile-mi visuri,acestea au f?cut s?-i creasc? un spin trandafirului fictiv al vieÅ£ii mele visate.Asrfel încât pân? ÅŸi visurile mele îmi displac,c?ci le g?sesc tot felul de defecte.

Love is a mysticism that wants to be materialized, an impossibility that our dreams always insist must be possible.

But if the Dream Kings were mine, what would I have to dream about? If I possessed the impossible landscapes, what would remain of the impossible?

I know of no pleasure like that of books, yet I read very little. Books are the entryway to dreams, but people at ease in life don't need such introductions to enter into conversation with dreams. I could never read a book and give myself over to it; always, with each step, the commentary of my intellect or my imagination interrupts the narrative sequence. After some minutes I am the one who writes and the writing is nowhere to be seen.

Os meus sonhos são um refúgio estúpido, como um guarda-chuva contra um raio.

Tu amor por las cosas soñadas era tu desprecio por las cosas vividas.

All it would take to make a catalogue of monsters is to photograph in words the things the night brings to drowsy souls unable to sleep. These things have all the incoherence of dreams without the alibi of sleeping. They hover like bats over the soul's passivity, or like vampires that suck the blood of submission.

Living is pointless. Only looking is worthwhile. If I could look without living, I would achieve happiness, but that's impossible, as is everything we dream about. How ecstatic the ecstasy that did not involve life!

I exist without knowing it and will die without wanting to. I'm the gap between what I am and am not, between what I dream and what life has made of me, the fleshly and abstract average of things that are nothing, I being likewise nothing.

I had great ambitions and extravagant dreams, but so did the errand boy and the seamstress, for everyone has dreams; the only difference is whether or not we have the strength to fulfil them or a destiny that will fulfil them through us.

Do I hear myself being applauded by large multitudes? The applause reaches the fourth floor where I live and collides with the cheap furniture of my cheap room, with everything that surrounds me and makes me wretched, from the kitchen...to my dreams.

Ele dorme dentro da minha alma E às vezes acorda de noite E brinca com os meus sonhos. Vira uns de pernas para o ar, Põe uns em cima dos outros E bate as palmas sozinho Sorrindo para o meu sono.

Sunt oameni fericiÅ£i fiindc? li s-a dat visul mincinos al imbecilit??ii.În vreme ce alÅ£ii,ca mine,au visuri lipsite de iluzii.

Tenho sonhado mais que o que Napoleão fez. Tenho apertado ao peito hipotético mais humanidades do que Cristo, Tenho feito filosofias em segredo que nenhum Kant escreveu. Mas sou, e talvez serei sempre, o da mansarda, Ainda que não more nela;

Quién sabe si al soñarte no te estoy creando, real en otra realidad? ¿Sino serás mía allí, en otro mundo puro donde nos amemos sin tocarnos con otra forma de abrazos y otras formas de posesión? ¿Quién sabe si existías ya y lejos de crearte, te he visto apenas desde otra visión, interior y pura, en otro y perfecto mundo?

Kendimi bildim bileli, kendine verdiÄŸi sözlere sad?k kalmam??, dalgac? bir hayalciyimdir ben. Bir baÅŸkas? olarak, bir yabanc? olarak, olduÄŸumu sand???m ÅŸeyin beklenmedik seyircisi olarak, düÅŸlerimin yata??ndan taÅŸmas?n?n keyfini ç?karmaya bakt?m hep.

Your love for dreamed things was your scorn for living things.

E, por fim, tenho sono, porque, não sei porquê, acho que o sentido é dormir.

Sadly I write in my quiet room, alone as I have always been, alone as I will always be. And I wonder if my apparently negligible voice might not embody the essence of thousands of voices, the longing for self-expression of thousands of lives, the patience of millions of souls resigned like my own to their daily lot, their useless dreams, and their hopeless hopes. In these moments my heart beats faster because I'm conscious of it.

Por que fiz eu dos sonhos a minha única vida?