Quotes About Dreams

But to find out the truth about how dreams die, one should never take the word of the dreamer.

Whose house is this? Whose night keeps out the light In here? Say, who owns this house? It's not mine. I dreamed another, sweeter, brighter With a view of lakes crossed in painted boats; Of fields wide as arms open for me. This house is strange. Its shadows lie. Say, tell me, why does its lock fit my key?

All of us--all who knew her--felt so wholesome after we cleaned ourselves on her. We were so beautiful when we stood astride her ugliness. Her simplicity decorated us, her guilt sanctified us, her pain made us glow with health, her awkwardness made us think we had a sense of humor. Her inarticulateness made us believe we were eloquent. Her poverty kept us generous. Even her waking dreams we used--to silence our own nightmares.

Truly landlocked people know they are. Know the occasional Bitter Creek or Powder River that runs through Wyoming; that the large tidy Salt Lake of Utah is all they have of the sea and that they must content themselves with bank, shore, and beach because they cannot claim a coast. And having none, seldom dream of flight.

But looking at it she saw that it never was the flesh and blood figure of her dreams. Just something she had grabbed up to drape her dreams over.

Strange living. I have always had a strange life. Never knowing what was true, living in a world of dreams. Christ, I told myself, I've got to get up. But with the weight of my thoughts, I felt like I couldn't breathe. Why did I keep taking on all of this - this shit and keep feeling it even after it had passed through a hundred million times?

Dreams don't have time. Neither does sleep, nor death. That's why it is sometimes good to wear a watch.

I didn't know what strange games were. To me, it was all part of living. A strange living. I had never known the truth so I had never cared for the truth, rationality or reason. I lived in a world of dreams, good and bad.

Anyways, I suddenly had an urge to put my watch on. Time or no time, I wanted some worldly security. That's what watches do: they keep us bound to this world. Dreams don't have time. Neither does sleep, nor death. That's why it is sometimes good to wear a watch.

Strange living. I always had a strange life. Never knowing what was true, living in a world of dreams. Christ, I told myself, I've got to get up. But with the weight of my thoughts, I felt I couldn't breathe. Why did I keep taking on all of this – this shit and keep feeling it even after it had passed through me a hundred million times?

We wake up one day and find we have lost our dreams in order to protect our days.

No amount of security is worth the suffering of a life lived chained to a routine that has killed your dreams.       I

Dreams. Each man longs to pursue his dream. Each man is tortured by this dream, but the dream gives meaning to his life. Even if the dream ruins his life, man cannot allow himself to leave it behind. In this world, is man ever able to possess anything more solid, than a dream?

It is my perception that a true friend never relies on another's dream. A person with the potential to be my true friend must be able to find his reason for life without my help. And, he would have to put his heart and soul into protecting his dream. He would never hesitate to fight for his dream, even against me. For me, a true friend is one who stands equal in those terms.

There's no paradise for you to escape to.

She was always over the horizon, chasing stars.

Sleeping children gained weight according to the depth of their sleep.

Dream big and they just might come true, keep trying and never give up!

E se tu dormissi? E se nel sonno tu sognassi? E se nel tuo sogno salissi al cielo e lì cogliessi un mirabile fiore? E se al tuo risveglio quel fiore fosse fra le tue mani? (Samuel Taylor Coleridge)

It's in dreams more than anywhere else that you get to know people best -- along with all their weaknesses and their secrets.

There could well be other people interested in your dreams. It's in dreams more than anywhere else that you get to know people best—along with all their weaknesses and their secrets.

Did they think they could shake me off as easily as that? Oh no, not now. Just when the dream was getting really interesting.

What did Grayson's room smell of this evening?" I asked through the mailbox slit. "The bottle of cologne that Grayson dropped on the rug, which is probably going to smell like his grandfather forever now," replied Henry on the other side of the door." I bet he dreams of him tonight." I opened the door. Henry had propped one hand against the frame and was grinning at me.

I'd really like to get the girl, shoot the gun, drive the car, have fun. I even have these kind of action dreams, where I'm the action guy.