Quotes About Dreams

Sometimes one controls one's acts; one controls less often one's thoughts; one never controls one's dreams. I had dreams.

Nel sonno una cosa ci rassicura, ed è il fatto di uscirne, e di uscirne immutati, dato che una proibizione bizzarra c'impedisce di riportare con noi il residuo esatto dei nostri sogni.

Ad undici anni, sia pure precoci, si sogna vasto e confuso, senza riferimento alle cose reali, inventando il futuro, e sentendo solo il terrore la baldanza e l'inafferrabile acerbità della vita.

I awake. I don't mean to but clearly I have not appeased the Sleep Gods with enough offerings.

Then dreams burst like bubbles in the wind. But change takes time.When people fall in love and lose the overwhelming desire for it to last a lifetime,they think something is wrong with them.Only now,when every other marriage ends in divorce,have people begun to understand that falling in love seldom grows into love,and that not even love can free a person from loneliness.And that sexual enjoyment does not make life meaningful.

a novelist...we dream non-living characters and animate them with out words...

America's higher purpose is not just to allow you to have what you want, or to allow me to have what I want. Our higher purpose is to give everyone a fair shot at making their dreams come true. Anything that stands in the way of that will ultimately deprive all of us of the opportunities we hold most dear. For America doesn't belong to any one of us; America belongs to all of us.

Bara människor utan visioner flyr in i verkligheten.

I've seen my own death in dreams like this and it's helped me appreciate life more. I've also seen my own life in dreams and it's helped me appreciate death more.

I believe in dreams. I believe that every night on the planet everything that is, was and can be is dreamt. I believe that what happens in dreams is no different no less important than what happens in the waking world. I believe that dreams are the closest equvalent present-day mankind has to trime travel.

Beneath the makeup and behind the smile I am just a girl who wishes for the world.

The nicest thing for me is sleep, then at least I can dream.

Who said nights were for sleep?

Our dream of life will end as dreams do end, abruptly and completely, when the sun rises, when the light comes. And we will think, all that fear and all that grief were about nothing. But that cannon be true. I can't believe we will forget our sorrows altogether. That would mean forgetting that we had lived, humanly speaking. Sorrow seems to me to be a great part of the substance of human life.

We would have visions in those days,a number of us did. Your young men will have visions and your old men will dream dreams

I am glad I didn't understand, because I have rarely felt joy like that, and assurance. It was like one of those dreams where you're filled with some extravagant feeling you might never have in life, it doesn't matter what it is, even guilt or dread, and you learn from it what an amazing instrument you are, so to speak, what a power you have to experience beyond anything you might ever actually need. Who would have thought that the moon could dazzle and flame like that?

Our dream of life will end as dreams do end, abruptly and completely, when the sun rises, when the light comes.

While you read this, I am imperishable, somehow more alive than I have ever been, in the strength of my youth, with dear ones beside me. You read the dreams of an anxious, fuddled old man, and I live in a light better than any dream of mine—not waiting for you, though, because I want your dear perishable self to live long and to love this poor perishable world...

Our dream of life will end as dreams do end, abruptly and completely, when the sun rises, when the light comes. And we will think, All that fear and all that grief were about nothing. But

The furtive closing of a door is a sound the wind can make a dozen times in an hour. A flow of damp air from the lake can make any house feel empty. Such currents pull one's dreams after them, and one's own dread is always mirrored upon the dread that inheres in things.

We had visions in those days, a number of us did. Your young men will have visions and your old men will dream dreams. And now all those young men are old men, if they're alive at all, and their visions are no more than dreams, and the old days are forgotten. We fly forgotten as a dream, as it says in the old hymn, and our dreams are forgotten long before we are.

And I'd pray for them. And I'd imagine peace they couldn't expect and couldn't account for descending on their illness or their quarreling or their dreams.

The question is this: What if waking life is incapable of adequately attuning us to the needs of our unconscious minds?

Drugs kept people alive in a realm of dreams and hope.