Quotes About Dreams

I knew I loved you before I met you I think I dreamed you into life I knew I loved you before I met you I have been waiting all my life

In every human heart is a place where you put all your broken dreams. When something doesn't work out, no matter what it may be, you just have to give it up and stuff it in with your broken dreams. And make sure you keep the lid on tight.

Sometimes I wake up with such an immense sense of disappointment that I can hardly breathe. Usually nothing has obviously triggered it and I put it down to some combination of an unhappy childhood and bad dreams (those two things go very well together).

Života, stejn? jako sn?.

To start big projects, you must have the capacity for delusion. All the rational people, despite their brilliance, are too reasonable to start crazy things. And working against us in this sense was that we'd spent the day walking in the footsteps of Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle, spurring us all to believe in our grandest dreams.

You cried out in your sleep last night, steel toe boots doing dances in your head. It's raining now and no one cares. Palmetto trees stand guard outside. He died last night, actually at 7:45 this morning. Will you cry? Will you?

We wake up, breathe, live life often against our wishes and our better judgement. We console ourselves by telling ourselves this is no fault of our own but that doesn't take away the reality of the pain, the streaming dreams, the utter shock of life, the shattered pieces of survival.

i often wonder at what point my thoughts cease to be my reality and simply merge with my dreams to become my fiction, my life.

a beautiful girl spoke to me today thru little honey'd whispers dreaming icicles streams of words mouth moving saying much in little tones traveling passionately into distant lands far off hopes stranger's arms a hoped-for death told her secret.

when it's time to break down and you're lying in bed fighting off the urge to scream, when you're lying there shivering, it's not the memories that keep you going. instead it's the dreams and the cats blaring evil and godlike into the blankness. at times like this, it's best just to sit back and let what is be.

of course i have learned over the years that my fantasies are always better than reality and i leave it at that.

i've been killed so many times, i can't begin to count the carcasses. my dreams provide plenty of ammunition for me, murdered most mercilessly and it never freaking ends,

as i said her nostrils flared like a white lion, i blinked and she was gone. what one imagines. i dream moldy words. at times she yawned, as i said that, and her nostrils flared most beautifully.

Like long lost love abandoned in forgotten letters, you lose yourself in others and dream their dreams, become their aspirations. When you look in the mirror, you see a black, blank picture of Them staring back and you vow not to, before giving in once again.

she dreams dreams wrapped in unknown skins. sweat scented covers are tossed aside in her urgency. she dreams recklessly of reckless abandonment in a dark, dank world.

Hope is what we all build lives for ourselves upon, is it not?

Studies have been shown that people with creative minds find it harder to fall asleep at night and prefer to stay up later.

According to a study done by Mekuin University in Canada, playing video games before bedtime actually gives a person the ability to control their dreams. It also suggests that gamers are more likely to have lucid dreams as opposed to non gamers.

I think L.A.'s terrific. You fly an hour and a half and you're in the mountains in three feet of powder. I also think it's a much better city if you're working as an actor. If you're not working and you don't see your dreams coming true, there can be a lot of heartache.

In a life where waking hours are draped in the costume of horrid nightmare, where reality has suddenly become questionable, it's easy to be scared by dreams.

When I was younger I wanted to be a big movie star who'd get to be funny on talk shows and then I wanted to retire and write science fiction.

Instead, in the morning, mangled and sleeping the sleep of the sword, they slopped and floated like the ocean's leavings.

Castles in the air—they are so easy to take refuge in. And so easy to build too. —HENRIK IBSEN (1828–1906), The Master Builder

danger is a biologic necessity, like dreams. if you face death, for that time, for the period of direct confrontation, you are immortal.