Quotes About Dreams

We live in the time of the computer, but our dreams are still spun on the loom.

Someday we'll be bigger.

I know," he finally responded. "But it was so … vicious. So brutal. I wish I could've just shot him from a distance with a gun or something." "Yeah. Sorry it had to go down that way." "What if I see his nasty face every night when I go to sleep? What if he's in my dreams?" He felt a surge of irritation at Brenda for making him stab the Crank—maybe unwarranted when he really considered how desperate they'd been.

The dreams came. The memories. More vivid than ever before. As if the depth of his exhaustion had created the perfect canvas for them.

Back in the present, these thoughts tormented Mark for at least another hour—and he knew if he dreamed it would only get worse. He was scared of being scared. He drifted off despite his efforts. Sleep came over him like cold, crashing waves.

I had the feeling that if it were perfectly quiet, if I could hear nothing, I would never wake up. Something in the world had to pull me back, for every night I went down deep, and if I had any sensation during sleep, it was of going deeper and deeper, trying to reach a point, a line or border.

When I was a child, I wanted to be an actor, but I had really bad buckteeth. I didn't want to get braces, but my mom said I couldn't be an actor if I didn't get the braces. So, I got the braces.

I needed a day job that required me mostly to use my mind and hands, because my heart and soul belonged to my dreams.

Our dreams recover what the world forgets.

Sometimes dreaming is even better than making plans" -Houndsley

But no one ever is allowed in Sleepytown, unless He goes to bed in time to take the Sleepytown Express!

I'll tell you something, though. I did not hate the lurid dreams. The best of them had an emotional reality, a core of honest sensation, that brought me nearer to aesthetic truth than did the stuff that the literati were always fussing about. Art, I believe, is where you find it.

Look, a couple years ago my mom and dad got on that big game show. Remember, Brand? Mom spent a month makin' those funny costumes. She was a giant egg. Dad was a frying pan. Dad kept sayin' we were gonna live on Easy Street. So we drove all the way to Hollywood. When we got there, they put us in this big audience with all these other people in funny costumes. Then some dude with lipstick and sprayed hair came down the stairs. He

I was born to catch dragons in their dens / And pick flowers / To tell tales and laugh away the morning / To drift and dream like a lazy stream / And walk barefoot across sunshine days.

If you can dream it, you can write it. After all, a dream is just a dream until you bring it to fruition.

Do you know why they failed? Because the universe, let alone regular society, does not give a shit about you or your dreams. I don't mean that in a negative way – it's just the cold, boring truth.

The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.

She asked where he lived. Second to the right,' said Peter, 'and then straight on till morning.

So come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in Never Never Land!

Tomorrow night, if I come back, there'll be kisses. Lovely ones, Frank. Not drunken kisses. Kisses with dreams in them. Kisses that come from life, not death.

present moment holds infinite riches beyond your wildest dreams but you will only enjoy them to the extent of your faith and love. The more a soul loves, the more it longs, the more it hopes, the more it finds. —Jean-Pierre de Caussade, S.J. (1675–1751), The Sacrament of the Present Moment The

And you, nobles, who are so much higher, all you have is dreams and clean fingernails and bitterness that the money you got of your fathers is never enough to cover the promises you got of your mothers.

What we dream up must be lived down, I think.

Once in a while, our thoughts drift and fade, back into the recessed hiding places where our memories are stored. At times we recall them- the memories of our loves, our youths, our life experiences. These dreams appear to us, and for seconds, minutes, or hours we are there once again.