Quotes About Dreams

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels To be wanderin' I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way I promise to go under it.

My grandfather was a duck trapper He could do it with just dragnets and ropes My grandmother could sew new dresses out of old cloth I don't know if they had any dreams or hopes I had 'em once though, I suppose, to go along With all the ring-dancin' Christmas carols on all of the Christmas eves I left all my dreams and hopes Buried under tobacco leaves

I am against nature. I don't dig nature at all. I think nature is very unnatural. I think the truly natural things are dreams, which nature can't touch with decay.

I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours" I said that

I think the truly natural things are dreams, which nature cannot touch with decay

Windows were shakin' all night in my dreams/ Everything was exactly the way that it seems/ Woke up this morning and I looked at the same old page/ Same ol' rat race/ Life in the same ol' cage.

There are men who reach the moon when most of us can not peel off the ground

In my dreams, crowds were chanting, challenging me, shouting, Follow us and fit in! I wanted to tell him that life itself has turned into a prowling lion. I wanted to tell him that I needed to escape the blaze of bullshit.

If you do not get the chills when you set your goal you're not setting big enough goals.

Lost in my dreams, I somehow cross at the traffic signals, bumping into street lamps or people, yet moving onward, exuding fumes of beer and grime, yet smiling, because my briefcase is full of books and that very night I expect them to tell me things about myself I don't know.

Comprendió que el empeño de modelar la materia incoherente y vertiginosa de que se componen los sueños es el más arduo que puede acometer un varón

Ni el esplendor del cadencioso tigre Ni del jaguar los signos prefijados Ni del gato el sigilo. De la tribu Es el menos felino, pero siempre Ha encendido los sueños de los hombres

While we are asleep in this world, we are awake in another one.

No duermas artista, no duermas, no te entregues al sueño.

Più di una volta ho notato che proprio le cose cui si è appena badato durante il giorno, le idee non chiarite, le parole dette senza pensarci e alle quali non si è prestata attenzione tornano di notte in immagini concrete e vive, e diventano oggetto di sogni, quasi a rivalsa di essere state tarscurate.

I've noticed more than once that it is precisely things we have barely noticed in the daytime, thoughts not brought to clarity, words spoken without feeling and left without attention, that return at night clothed in flesh and blood, and become the subjects of dreams, as if in compensation for our neglect of them in the daytime.

Casi siempre estaba de buen humor; el resto del tiempo, dormía.

We were fighting about nothing important while dreaming of the same things.

Some dreams linger for years. And some last forever.

I am Walt Disney. I know that the person who makes dreams come true is YOU.

Hollywood was a lot like a Charles dickens novel. It could be the best of places; it could be the worst of places. Machiavelli, Dante, Shakespeare… all would have felt at home here. Tinseltown was a bustling contradiction. It was a modern day Zanzabar; a slavemarket were souls were bartered, sold, and stolen seemingly on the hour, every hour. It was also a place of incredible genius and beauty, where dreams still came true.

There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.

It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.

Sleep has no place it can call its own.