Quotes About Dreams

In The Interpretation of Dreams, published two years before his jocular announcement, Freud had laid down his first principle of understanding the problems of dreams: "A dream is the fulfillment of a wish.

The conscious mind allows itself to be trained like a parrot, but the unconscious does not—which is why St. Augustine thanked God for not making him responsible for his dreams.

Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart ... Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.

The girl dreams she is dangerously ill. Suddenly birds come out of her skin and cover her completely ... Swarms of gnats obscure the sun, the moon, and all the stars except one. That one start falls upon the dreamer.

La vostra visione vi apparirà più chiara soltanto quando guarderete nel vostro cuore. Chi guarda l'esterno, sogna. Chi guarda all'interno si sveglia.

Dar daca visele dau expresie unor compensari atat de importante, de ce nu sunt atunci inteligibile? - aceasta intrebare mi-a fost pusa de foarte multe ori. Trebuie sa raspund ca visul este un fenomen al naturii si ca natura nu manifesta nici cea mai mica tendinta de a-si oferi oarecum pe gratis si corespunzator asteptarilor umane, roadele.

To me dreams are part of nature, which harbors no intention to deceive but expresses something as best it can.

We have forgotten the age-old fact that God speaks chiefly through dreams and visions.

One who looks outside, dreams. One who looks inside, awakens.

What happens after death is so glorious that our imagination, our feelings do not suffice to form even an approimate conception of it. Memories and Dreams,Carl Jung

We are so captivated by and entangled in our subjective consciousness that we have forgotten the age-old fact that God speaks chiefly through dreams and visions.

Practical experience and accurate observation show that one cannot influence one's own dreams. There are people, it is true, who assert that they can influence them. But if you look into their dream material, you find that they do only what I do with my disobedient dog: I order him to do those things I notice he wants to do anyhow, so that I can preserve my illusion of authority.

I am not altogether pessimistic about neurosis. In many cases we have to say, "Thank heaven he could make up his mind to be neurotic." Neurosis is really an attempt at self-cure…It is an attempt of the self-regulating psychic system to restore the balance, in no way different from the function of dreams – only rather more forceful and drastic.

A dream is nothing but a lucky idea that comes to us from the dark, all-unifying world of the psyche. What would be more natural, when we have lost ourselves amid the endless particulars and isolated details of the world's surface, than to knock at the door of dreams and inquire of them the bearings which would bring us closer to the basic facts of human existence?

Dreams are the guiding words of the soul.

I think this kind of a big name to hold up when you're nine years old. It seemed goofy. I used to tell people I wanted to change the world and they used to think the kid's really weird.

Close your eyes and you will see your dreams, open them and you will see obstacles.

It's quiet now. So quiet that can almost hear other people's dreams.

All I can think about is how fucked up it would be for your life to end here, now. I mean I know that your life if fucked up no matter what now, forever. And I'm not dumb enough to think that I can undo that, that anyone can. But I can't wrap my mind around the notion of you not getting old, having kids, going to Juilliard, getting to play that cello in front of a huge audience, so that they can get the chills the way I do every time I see you pick up your bow, every time I see you smile at me.

Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams. I've heard people talk about the sleep of the dead. Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that's what it's like, I wouldn't mind. If that's what dying is like, I wouldn't mind that at all.

The boogeyman sleeps on your side of the bad Whispers in my ear :"Better of Dead" Fills my dreams with sirens and lights of regret Kisses me gently when i wake up in a sweat "boo!

Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams.

all I left with was the magnitude of my mistake, of my missing you. And I have to watch you from this distance, watch you achieve your dreams, live what seemed like this perfect life.

It's quiet now. So quiet that you can almost hear other people's dreams So quiet that you can almost hear me tell Gramps, Thank you.