Quotes About Dreams

Who in their dreams is not omnipotent? If in sleep I grow wings and fly high above the land, it does not mean I will awaken cloaked in feathers. We are gods in our dreams. Disaster strikes when we come to believe the same is true in our real lives.

I was once told that dreams are worthy things," said Emancipor, "even if they end up in misery and unending horror." "Ah, and who told you that?" He shrugged. "My wife.

Many dreams are forgotten upon awakening, yes?' He glanced away from her appallingly open expression. 'But not memories,' he said. 'They just rise up, like the sun. Each morning, after a moment's bliss, they return. Like ghosts. Demons. They return, Vastala, with all the fangs and claws of the truth. We awaken to what's real, what was and can't be taken back.' She

Rellock wants to go back to fishing, hee hee! But the place you left is not what you return to, oh no. From one day to the next, never mind years. Rellock's done work guided by the hands of gods, yet he dreams of dragging nets, with the sun on his face and lines between his toes! He is the heart of the Empire - Laseen should take note! Take note!

Ich möchte immer noch mehr über diese alten Frauen wissen, die Welten wie diese hier träumen.

Each night, in his dreams, he wept, and would awaken to find that what had plagued his dreams had pushed through the barrier of sleep, and he would lie beneath the furs, shivering with something like a fever. A sickness in truth, born of dread, guilt and shame. Too many failures, too many bad judgements; he had been stumbling, blind, for so long.

They're not dream worlds, Feather Witch. They're real. In those places, we are the ghosts.

We are gods in our dreams. Disaster strikes when we come to believe the same is true in our real lives.

Crypt walls. We all have them, there inside—you don't go there often, do you? It's where you keep your dead. Dead relatives, dead dreams, dead promises. Dead selves, so many of those, so many. When you loot, you only take the best things. The things you can use, the things you can sell. And when you seal it all up again, the darkness remains.

Who in there dreams is not omnipotent?

Mistress to these footprints Lover to the wake of where He has just passed, for the path he wanders is between us all. The sweet taste of loss feeds every mountain stream, Failing ice down to seas warm as blood threading thin our dreams. For where he leads her has lost its bones, And the trail he walks is flesh without life and the sea remembers nothing.

that each city forever wept beneath the streets, forever laughed, shouted, hawked wares and bartered and prayed and drew first breaths that brought life and the last breaths that announced death. Beneath the streets there were dreams, wisdom, foolishness, fears, rage, grief, lust and love and bitter hatred. The

If dreams of flying are the last hope of freedom I will pray for wings with my last breath.

I want a chance to be Space Girl, too.

Infinity lies at the heart of so many of our dreams and fears and unanswerable questions: How big is the universe? How long is forever? How powerful is God? In every branch of human thought, from religion and philosophy to science and mathematics, infinity has befuddled the world's finest minds for thousands of years. It has been banished, outlawed, and shunned. It's always been a dangerous idea.

The dreamtime of creative work is a turnstile to eternity. (from Workbok)

A nice place to visit, before you sleep.

Jack reads too many books. He thinks we're going to drive all year and have great adventures.

Even if you know you're sleeping, you're still at the mercy of your dreams. People who are asleep can't simply decide to wake up. Nightmares don't let you off that easily. They hold you in their clutches until they decided, in their own good time, to let you go.

Even if you know you're sleeping, you're still at the mercy of your dreams. People who are asleep can't simply decide to wake up. Nightmares don't let you off that easily. They hold you in their clutches until they decide, in their own good time, to let you go.

They converted their dreams into goals, their goals into steps, and their steps into tasks.

Dreams without clearly defined goals, and goals without clearly defined steps, will never be achieved expeditiously or efficiently, and will rarely be achieved at all.

In dreams, we enter a world that's entirely our own.

The glass shattered like a poor man's dreams.