Quotes About Dreams

What I wrote was intended at least for one other eye - my childhood's companion and friend; but my dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest when pleasure when free.

There is a love for the marvellous, a belief in the marvellous, interwined in all my projects, which hurries me out of the common pathways of men.

My dreams were therefore undisturbed by reality; and I entered with the greatest diligence into the search of the philosopher's stone and the elixir of life.

Kita terlelap, namun tidur kita teracuni mimpi. Kita terjaga, tapi angan mencemari. Kita merasa, berpikir, atau menimbang; menangis atau tertawa, mendekap derita atau menghalau nestapa; semua sama belaka; sebab suka maupun duka, dapat sewaktu-waktu pergi. Kemarin takkan seperti esok hari; tiada satu pun yang lestari!

los mismos sueños que me habían servido de sustento y solaz durante tanto tiempo, se habían convertido ahora en un infierno para mí.

Pero mis sueños eran sólo míos; no permitía que nadie entrara en ellos; eran mi refugio en el hastió y el placer más querido en la alegría.

kissing me with a violence that was terrifying and yet, somehow, the summit of all my tenderest dreams.

I also became a poet, and for one year lived in a Paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated.

My life, as it passes thus, was indeed hateful to me, and it was during sleep alone that I could taste joy. O blessed sleep!

I confess to you, my friend, that I love you and that in my airy dreams of futurity you have been my constant friend and companion.

Once my fancy was soothed with dreams of virtue, of fame, and of enjoyment. Once I falsely hoped to meet with beings, who, pardoning my outward form, would love me for the excellent qualities which I was capable of bringing forth.

Yet he enjoys one comfort, the offspring of solitude and delirium: he believes, that, when in dreams he holds converse with his friends, and derives from that communion consolation for his miseries, or excitements to his vengeance, that they are not the creations of his fancy, but the real beings who visit him from the regions of a remote world. This faith gives a solemnity to his reveries that renders them to me almost as imposing and interesting as truth.

During the day I was sustained and inspirited by the hope of night: for in sleep I saw my friends, my wife, and my beloved country; again I saw the benevolent countenance of my father, heard the silver tones of my Elizabeth's voice, and beheld Clerval enjoying health and

Yet he enjoys one comfort, the offspring of solitude and delirium: he believes, that, when in dreams he holds converse with his friends, and derives from that communion consolation for his miseries, or excitements to his vengeance, that they are not the creations of his fancy, but the real beings who visit him from the regions of a remote world.

I was required to exchange chimeras of boundless grandeur for realities of little worth

Ed eccomi infatti adesso con la vecchia storia di scriverti che vorrei dirti buonanotte invece di scrivertelo e, sì, è una storia che si è fatta ormai davvero vecchia, ma spero che questo sia il suo ultimo capitolo. (I miei sogni mi appartengono: Lettere della donna che reinventò la paura)

It has been said that the myth is a public dream, dreams are private myths. Unfortunately we give our mythic side scant attention these days. As a result, a great deal escapes us and we no longer understand our own actions. So it remains important and salutary to speak not only of the rational and easily understood, but also of enigmatic things: the irrational and the ambiguous. To speak both privately and publicly.

Joy, happiness, are hopes and our dreams.... A place of peace and harmony... that's the kind of land I invision.

Sometimes I wish I was a cloud... Just floating along, going wherever the breeze takes me.

Fantasy mirrors desire. Imagination reshapes it.

Confidence is not some nonphysical quality snatched from the spiritual dimension and installed in the mind. It is the feeling that arises when the body's knowledge of itself is in harmony with a person's dreams.

What happens when you're comfortable is that you end up getting deeper and deeper into a "good" life that prevents you from living a great life and accomplishing what you really dream about.

Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.

Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again! For so the night will more than pay The hopeless longings of the day.