Quotes About Dreams

She closed her eyes again, and tried to reboot. Human brains, she knew, could be like computers, especially in the time that hung between sleep and wakefulness. Sometimes you said strange things, did even stranger things, and once in a while you couldn't figure out exactly how you got where you got.

The Thunderhead gave us a perfect world. The utopia that our ancestors could only dream of is our reality.

but 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.

It was hard to have feelings about something she was years away from even considering.

Pero, cuanto más leía, más comprendía los miedos y los sueños de los mortales. Lo mucho que les costaba vivir en el momento, a pesar de que el momento era lo único que tenían.

Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams.

Who among us has not dreamt, in moments of ambition, of the miracle of a poetic prose, musical without rhythm and rhyme, supple and staccato enough to adapt to the lyrical stirrings of the soul, the undulations of dreams, and sudden leaps of consciousness.

No renuncies jamás a tus sueños, los cuerdos nada saben del sueño admirable de un loco!»

Ant swarming City City full of dreams Where in broad day the specter tugs your sleeve

C'est l'Ennui! —l'Å"il chargé d'un pleur involontaire, Il rêve d'échafauds en fumant son houka. Tu le connais, lecteur, ce monstre délicat, —Hypocrite lecteur,—mon semblable,—mon frère!

Mida ambitsioossem ja peenem on hing, seda enam ta unelmad eemalduvad võimalikkusest.

Garde tes songes, les sages n'en ont pas d'aussi beaux que les fous

La mujer es el ser que proyecta la sombra más grande o la luz más intensa en nuestros sueños

I wasn't much of a petty thief. I wanted the whole world or nothing.

we only asked for leopards to guard our thinning dreams.

2 p.m. beer nothing matters but flopping on a mattress with cheap dreams and a beer as the leaves die and the horses die and the landladies stare in the halls; brisk the music of pulled shades, a last man's cave in an eternity of swarm and explosion; nothing but the dripping sink, the empty bottle, euphoria, youth fenced in, stabbed and shaven, taught words propped up to die.

too often, the only escape is sleep

when I was a boy I used to dream of becoming the village idiot. I used to lie in bed and imagine myself the happy idiot able to get food easily ...and easy sympathy, a planned confusion of not too much love or effort. some would claim that I have succeeded.

I'm sorry, you see, I have no sense of direction. I've always had nightmares about getting lost. I believe I belong on another planet.

First paycheck I get, I thought, I'm going to get myself a room near the downtown L.A. Public Library.

Sometimes things are just what they seem to be and that's all there is to it. The best interpreter of the dream is the dreamer.

Disneyland remains the central attraction of Southern California, but the graveyard remains our reality.

I drive toward it not wanting it getting it getting it as the cat stretches yawns and rolls over into another dream.

I felt terrible. The poor had a right to fuck their way through their bad dreams. Sex and drink, and maybe love, was all they had.