Quotes About Dreams

At times he was very unhappy, but for a long time we thought that he would be cured of this unhappiness when he decided to become an adult; his unhappiness seemed like that of a boy—the absent-minded, voluptuous melancholy of a boy who has not yet got his feet on the ground and who lives in the sterile, solitary world of his dreams.

Facts are the barren branches on which we hang the dear, obscuring foliage of our dreams.

all these things were part of the business of dreams. He had learned not to laugh at the advertisements offering to teach writing, cartooning, engineering, to add inches to the biceps and to develop the bust

I'm going to be a star some day, she announced as though daring him to contradict her. I'm sure you... It's my life. It's the only thing in the whole world that I want. It's good to know what you want. I used to be a bookkeeper in a hotel, but... If I'm not, I'll commit suicide.

No dream ever entirely disappears. Somewhere it troubles some unfortunate person and some day, when that person has been sufficiently troubled, it will be reproduced on the lot.

have nightmares all the time, and when I cry

How often is it the case that, when impossibilities have come to pass and dreams have condensed their misty substance into tangible realities, we find ourselves calm, and evenly coldly self-possessed, amid circumstances which it would have been a delirium of joy or agony to anticipate!

We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream : it may be so at the moment after death.

His stories are good to hear at night, because we can dream about them asleep; and good in the morning, too, because then we can dream about them awake. (Cowslip)

If a man, sitting all alone, cannot dream strange things, and make them look like truth, he need never try to write romances.

Thou are my only reality-- all other people are but shadows to me: all events and actions, in which thou dost not mingle, are but dreams.

Go, Annie, murmured he; I have deceived myself, and must suffer for it. I yearned for sympathy, and thought, and fancied, and dreamed that you might give it me; but you lack the talisman, Annie, that should admit you into my secrets.

How often is it the case that, when impossibilities have come to pass and dreams have condensed their misty substance into tangible realities, we find ourselves calm, and even coldly self-possessed, amid circumstances which it would have been a delirium of joy or agony to anticipate! Fate delights to thwart us thus. Passion will choose his own time to rush upon the scene, and lingers sluggishly behind when an appropriate adjustment of events would seem to summon his appearance.

How often is it the case that, when impossibilities have come to pass and dreams have condensed their misty substance into tangible realities, we find ourselves calm, and even coldly self-possessed, amid circumstances which it would have been a delirium of joy or agony to anticipate!

She couldn't live her life as someone's prisoner the way he had lived his, caught up in a dream of the past, with no way forward and no way back, forced to dig down inside oneself.

My father and mother fed my sister and me on a diet of romantic dreams just as though they were giving us candy. Gradually the dreams wore thin, until in the end they wasted away to nothing.

It gave me a great deal of pleasure, as I have already said, to indulge in these fantasies. I would join clubs, make friends, and live an ordinary life like any other ordinary person. But reality tore these dreams to shreds.

What Mayer did in the thirties? what he was situated to do as a Jew yearning to belong? was provide reassurance against the anxieties and disruptions of the time. He did this by fashioning a vast, compelling national fantasy out of his dreams and out of the basic tenets of his own dogmatic faith? a belief in virtue, in the bulwark of family, in the merits of loyalty, in the soundness of tradition, in America itself.

B)ut when the time is right and the winds begin to change, even the deadest of dreams can be resurrected.

the more she read, the more she came to understand the fears and the dreams of mortals. The trouble they all had living in the moment, in spite of the fact that the moment was all they had.

Who am I? The sum of your dreams, the thrill you refuse to grasp, the unknown you fear.

I long for the luxury of being impractical.

You think just because we got stars up here we can wish on 'em and make everything better

Estúpidos sueños. Incluso los buenos son malos, porque te recuerdan hasta qué punto es mala la realidad.