Quotes About Dreams

Most idealistic people are skint. I have discovered that people with money have no imagination, and people with imagination have no money.

My dreams are of water. And my nightmares.

Our dreams only die when we stop dreaming.

Seek wisdom wherever you are, seek wisdom even in your dreams.

unfortuneately a super abundance of dreams is paid for by a growing potential of nightmares

Sleep is a death; oh, make me try By sleeping what it is to die, And as gently lay my head On my grave as now my bed!

I am in no way facetious, nor disposed for the mirth and galliardize of company, yet in one dream I can compose a whole Comedy, behold the action, apprehend the jests, and laugh myself awake at the conceits thereof.

When I went to the Bar as a very young man(Said I to myself, said I).

the distance needed for humor is always missing from dreams.

Are not dreams as much a part of living as waking life is?

fiction is necessary to life - not only as books but as dreams, dreams that frame the world and give it meaning.

The truth is that the world and our fantasies often overlap.

Maybe the world isn't enough, or maybe the distinction between the world and fiction is not so clear. Fiction is made from the stuff of the world, after all, which includes dreams and wishes and fantasies and memory. And it is never really made alone, but from the material between and among us: language.

The bottle of red brush on a white table gleamed throughout the remaining years of my childhood as the sign of what was possible there.

I'm sure that my dreams of maleness are least partly about escaping the cultural expectation that burden femininity, but I also think they are something more complex, that the dreams recognize a truth that there is a man in me as well as a woman and that this duality is in fact part of being human, but not one that is always easy to reconcile.

El pasado es frágil, tan frágil como quebradizos los huesos con los años, tan frágil como los fantasmas que vemos en las ventanas o los sueños que se descomponen al despertar y no dejan atrás nada aparte de una sensación de inquietud o angustia, o, menos a menudo, una extraña satisfacción.

The past is fragile, as fragile as bones grown brittle with age, as fragile as ghosts seen in windows or the dreams that fall apart upon waking and leave nothing behind them but a feeling of unease or distress or, more rarely, a kind of eerie satisfaction.

Yeah, I definitely want to find that right person and fall in love and have kids someday.

Everyone loves the Dream but I kill it.

Do you have it? Good. Now believe it can come true.

I've always believed that dreams were both the love letters and the hate mail of the subconscious.

In love, as in dreams, all is possible

I thought acting was what grownups did. It was such a part of my childhood. I was already in love with performing before I knew there were other options. By then, it was too late.

Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise. No one compares to you, but there's no you, except in my dreams tonight