Quotes About Dreams

Me sentía embotada y pesada y llena de sueños destruidos.

I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig-tree.

So I perversely circle the late stars, drowsier and drowsier, sleepily longing for something.

can our dreams ever blur the intransigent lines which draw the shape that shuts us in?

Rüya görüyoruz ve rüyalar?m iyileÅŸiyor

Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh.

So these posed sheets, before they thin to nothing, Speak in sign language of a lost otherworld, A world we lose by merely waking up.

We all live in our own dream-worlds and make and re-make our own personal realities with tender and loving care.

And yet I feel that sleep somehow

She personifies the word cute. She is Cinderella and Wendy and Snow White.

Nossos sonhos podem obscurecer as linhas intransigentes que desenham os contornos que nos aprisionam?

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams In death's dream kingdom These do not appear: There, the eyes are Sunlight on a broken column There, is a tree swinging And voices are In the wind's singing More distant and more solemn Than a fading star.

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams In death's dream kingdom

Can we only love Something created in our own imaginations? Are we all in fact unloving and unlovable? Then one is alone, and if one is alone Then lover and beloved are equally unreal And the dreamer is no more real than his dreams.

Wavering between the profit and the loss In this brief transit where the dreams cross The dreamcrossed twilight between birth and dying

The pain of living and the drug of dreams curl up the small soul in the window seat.

And the blind eye creates The. empty forms between the ivory gates And smell renews the salt savour of the sandy earth This is the time of tension between dying and birth The place of solitude where three dreams cross Between blue rocks

You dream too much, child. Our kind, we make our way with strong backs and closed mouths.

Fritti, too, his head full of Hushpad and Firefoot and red claws, finally crossed the borders of the dream-fields. The furry tangle of Folk drowsed and mumbled away the waning Hour of Final Dancing.

As the man was bundled into an armoured police van, he turned and shouted: 'Don't waste your life following others! Be individual! Live your dreams!' I stood there thinking. He was right. Ours is a society of followers, trapped by an island mentality.

Don't waste your life following others! Be individual! Live your dreams!

You, too, are a fool, earthborn, to trust in demon-kind and to ride on a mare of smoke and night. What demons love they slay in the end, and the gifts of demons are snares. Go nowhere on a horse that fades, for your dreams will betray you.

Down the stairs again leapt Art. She whirled across the lower landing, her head full of barking cannon, towering rigging, the creak of timbers, the voice of her mother, Molly. Before her eyes floated the golden oasts of Amer Rica, Persis, and Zanzibari, dolphins springing like silver bullets from the blue mouths of the waves. 'Her father must be fetched!' shouted Miss Eeble. 'She has gone mad!' 'Sane,' remarked Art. 'Gone sane.

I do not sing songs. I sing dreams, and they are nothing. And since you'll have me sing nothing, I need not sing at all.