Quotes About Dreams

One night I dreamed of an angel: I walked into a huge, empty bar and saw him sitting in a corner with his elbows on the table and a cup of milky coffee in front of him. She's the love of your life, he said, looking up at me, and the force of his gaze, the fire in his eyes, threw me right across the room. I started shouting, Waiter, waiter, then opened my eyes and escaped from that miserable dream. Other nights I didn't dream of anyone, but I woke up in tears.

the borders he respected were the borders of dreams, the misty borders of love and indifference, the borders of courage and fear, the golden borders of ethics.

While he was waiting, leaning on the counter at a coffee place, he remembered the dream he'd had the night before about Antonio Jones, who had been dead for several years now. As before, he asked himself what Jones could have died of, and the one answer that occurred to him was old age. One day, walking down some street in Brooklyn, Antonio Jones had felt tired, sat down on the sidewalk, and a second later stopped existing.

He dreamed that he and Elvira Campos lived together in a cabin in the mountains. The cabin didn't have electricity or running water or anything to remind them of civilization. The slept on bearskin, with a wolf skin over them. And sometimes Elvira Campos laughed, a ringing laugh, as she went running into the woods and he lost sight of her.

The girl replies that she was dreaming about her mother, who died not long ago. The dead are at peace, thinks B stretching out in the bed. As if she had read his mind, the girls says that no one who has passed through this world is at peace. Not anymore, not ever, she says with total conviction.

Younger than Morini and Pelletier, Espinoza studied Spanish literature, not German literature, at least for the first two years of his university career, among other sad reasons because he dreamed of being a writer.

Soñé que Baudelaire hacía el amor con una sombra en una habitación donde se había cometido un crimen. Pero a Baudelaire no le importaba. Siempre es lo mismo, decía

among them the nameless girl, with her guillotine mouth, strolling through the past and the future like a movie face.

It would be interesting to remember the dreams I had here, at the Del Mar, more than ten years ago. I probably dreamed about girls and punishment, the way all boys that age do.

Ulazim u njihove snove. Ulazim u njihove najsramnije misli, u svakom sam drhtaju, u svakom gr?u njihovih duša, uvla?im se u njihova srca, ispipavam njihove najtemeljnije predodžbe, motrim njihove bezumne porive, njihova neizraziva ?uvstva, spavam u njihovim plu?ima ljeti i u njihovim miši?ima zimi, i sve to ?inim bez i najmanjeg napora, ne zahtijevaju?i to, ne mole?i ni traže?i, bez ikakve prisile, nagnan samo predanoš?u i ljubavlju.

Marchand dreams that in one magical and endless night the rejected manuscripts make love every way possible with his abandoned manuscript: they sodomize it, rape it orally and genitally, come in its hair, on its body, in its ears, in its armpits, etc., but when morning comes, his manuscript hasn't been fertilized. It's sterile. In that sterility, Marchand believes, lies its uniqueness, its magnetism.

Aunque a veces mi flojera como alumno me provoca repentinos ataques de sueño. Esos ataques se llaman narcolepsia y los sufrió River Phoenix en aquella película de Gus Van Sant. Pero River Phoenix tenía a Keanu Reeves, o dicho de otra manera: Phoenix tenía dónde apoyar su cabeza dormida y yo solo puedo apoyarla en los libros.

Che è come dire, ragazzi, dissi, che vedevo gli sforzi e i sogni, tutti confusi nello stesso fallimento, e che quel fallimento si chiamava gioia. Ed. Adelphi, pag. 406

Soñé que un hombre volvía la vista atrás, sobre el paisaje anamórfico de los sueños, y que su mirada era dura como el acero pero igual se fragmentaba en múltiples miradas cada vez más inocentes, cada vez más desvalidas.

Era, por cierto, muy hermosa y en ocasiones incluso dolorosamente hermosa. (...) Se reía con ganas, abierta, feliz, y en la combinación del sonido y de sus gestos uno adivinaba sueños inquietantes, paranoias, ganas de vivir a todo trapo aunque terminara rasguñada y llena de magulladuras.

Which is as if to say, boys, I said, that I saw our struggles and dreams all tangled up in the same failure, and that failure was called joy.

y la pesadilla me decía: crecerás. dejarás atrás las imágenes del dolor y del laberinto y olvidarás. pero en aquel tiempo crecer hubiera sido un crimen. estoy aquí, dije, con los perros románticos y aquí me voy a quedar.

Our necessity. Our open mouth Where bread Goes in And dreams Come out.

When Espinoza was left alone (his flight was an hour later), his thoughts turned to Liz Norton and his real chances of wooing her. He imagined her and then he imagined himself, side by side, sharing an apartment in Madrid, going to the supermarket, both of them working in the German department. He imagined his office and her office, separated by a wall, and nights in Madrid next to her, eating with friends at good restaurants, and, back at home, an enormous bathtub, an enormous bed. •

Poi il mio amico era tornato a Irapuato e io ero rimasto nel DF e in qualche modo tutti e due avevamo cercato di disinteressarci del lento naufragio delle nostre vite, del lento naufragio dell'estetica, dell'etica, del Messico e dei nostri sogni del cazzo.

In dreams, as in the Gospels, one usually possesses the gift of tongues.

Today, I'm very happy about myself, because I realized my dreams. I learned how to understand what people want.

What child unable to sleep on a warm summer night hasn't thought he saw Peter Pan's sailing ship in the sky? I will teach you to see that ship.

The dreams that we have in pregnancy are tainted with the worries and joys of pregnancy and the changing roles of our lives.