Quotes About Dreams

Dill was off again. Beautiful things floated around in his dreamy head. He could read two books to my one, but he preferred the magic of his own inventions.

I think I'll be a clown when I get grown, said Dill. Yes, sir, a clown... There ain't one thing in this world I can do about folks except laugh, so I'm gonna join the circus and laugh my head off.

I think I'll be a clown when I get grown,' said Dill. Jem and I stopped in our tracks. 'Yes sir, a clown,' he said. 'There ain't one thing in this world I can do about folks except laugh, so I'm gonna join the circus and laugh my head off.' 'You got it backwards, Dill,' said Jem. 'Clowns are sad, it's folks that laugh at them.

I think I'll be a clown when I get grown-said Dill. Jem and I stopped in our tracks. Yes sir, a clown. he said. There ain't one thing in this world I can do about folks except laugh, so I'm gonna join the circus and laugh my head off.

I said, you and Jem were very special to me—you were my dream-children, but as Kipling said, that's another story . . . call on me tomorrow, and you'll find me a grave man.

Beautiful things floated around in his dreamy head. He could read two books to my one, but he preferred the magic of his own inventions.

He could add and subtract faster than lightning, but he preferred his own twilight world, a world where babies slept, waiting to be gathered like morning lilies.

In my mind, I see a line. And over that line, I see green fields and lovely flowers and beautiful white women with their arms stretched out to me over that line, but I can't seem to get there no-how. I can't seem to get over that line.

Walking the path, I stop to pick up bleached bark from a tree, curled into a scroll of ancient wisdom I am unable to read. Even in my dreams I'm hiking these mountain trails expecting to find a rock that nature has shaped to remind me of a heart.

The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.

In dreams you don't need to make any distinctions between things. Not at all. Boundaries don't exist. So in dreams there are hardly ever collisions. Even if there are, they don't hurt. Reality is different. Reality bites. Reality, reality.

Dreams come from the past, not from the future. Dreams shouldn't control you--you should control them.

Nothing in the real world is as beautiful as the illusions of a person about to lose consciousness.

If you're young and talented, it's like you have wings.

Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in fight, searching the skies for dreams.

Even so, there were times I saw freshness and beauty. I could smell the air, and I really loved rock 'n' roll. Tears were warm, and girls were beautiful, like dreams. I liked movie theaters, the darkness and intimacy, and I liked the deep, sad summer nights.

In dreams begins responsiblities.

Even castles in the sky can do with a fresh coat of paint.

Everything, everything seemed once-upon-a-time.

I want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end, who long for the light so they can hold the ones they love.

And her sleep was too long and deep for that:so deep that she left her normal reality behind.

The whole terrible fight occured in the area of imagination. That is the precise location of our battlefield. It is there, that we experience our victories and defeats.

I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do. To dream, to live in the world of dreams. But it doesn't last forever. Wakefulness always comes to take me back.

People with dark souls have nothing but dark dreams. People with really dark souls do nothing but dream.