Quotes About Dreams

Time goes too quickly. This is the advice that my mother should have given me from her hospital bed. Instead of vague, unknowable quips like "Be careful what you wish for," she should have told me time slides away on a hillside of loose shale and takes everything in its path - dreams, opportunities, hopes. And youth. It takes that fastest of all.

It felt as if she were bleeding - but it wasn't blood that leaked out of her, not something that could be easily transfused. Instead she was losing her dreams.

Mama had quit high school and "lived on love." That was how she always put it, the fairy tale. Now Leni was old enough to know that like all fairy tales, theirs was filled with thickets and dark places and broken dreams, and runaway girls.

she should have told me that times slides away on a hillside of lose shale and takes everything in its path-dreams, opportunities, hopes. And youth. It takes that fastest of all.

Everyone in your dreams is you.

A dream that is not understood remains a mere occurrence; understood it becomes a living experience.

We analyse dreams to help us with problems because, as Jung says, "the problem is much greater than I, and it is wise to hold fast to the words the dream gives, because one cannot expect to be wiser than nature".

Our dreams are like windows that allow us to look in, or to listen in, to that psychological process which is continually going on in our unconscious.

In each of us there is another whom we do not know. He speaks to us in dreams and tells us how differently he sees us from the way we see ourselves.

In order to make the language of dreams understood, we use many parallels from the psychology of primitive races as well as from historical symbolism. This is because dreams originate in the unconscious, which contains the residual potentialities of function of all preceding epochs of evolution.

After all those days in the cotton fields, the dreams came true on a gold record on a piece of wood. It's in my den where I can look at it every day. I wear it out lookin' at it.

Most people fantasize that if they won the lottery, they would quit their jobs and immerse themselves in leisure, play, family, parenthood, occasional thrilling sex; they'd eat when they were hungry and sleep whenever they felt sleepy. Many people, if they won the lottery and got rich quick, would want to live like elephants.

Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were, but without it we go nowhere.

You're an interesting species. An interesting mix. You're capable of such beautiful dreams, and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you're not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we've found that makes the emptiness bearable, is each other.

There are dreams stronger than death. Men and women die holding these dreams.

I'm either going to be a writer or a bum.

I think about baseball when I wake up in the morning. I think about it all day and I dream about it at night. The only time I don't think about it is when I'm playing it.

My dream life is just to go back to my job full-time. And be with my family. You know, regular dreams, common dreams that everyone has.

Ma nel castello delli antichi Signori, dopo il veleno antico, il ferro, e i libri del male, erano dolci, nobili donne: ed era la bimba che tanto aveva sognato, e così amaramente pianto: e l'immagine benedicente di Lei, che a ognuno sovviene: e nell'ora di male e di guerra e nell'ora che ha morte, stanco, il nostro pensiero mortale.››

How long is forever?" asks Alice. "Sometimes, just one second," replies the White Rabbit. There are dreams lasting an instant in which everything seems frozen for an eternity.

Too often scientists sell hypothetical theories to the large public, as if they were established theories. I have seen this often done, for instance, with string theory. I think this is a great mistake, because it questions the credibility itself of science. We scientists live out of public money and it is our duty to be fully honest in reporting what we know and what we do not know. We are paid to dream, but we must not sell our dreams for established realities.

If the world is a swarm of ephemeral quanta of space and matter, a great jigsaw puzzle of space and elementary particles, then what are we? Do we also consist only of quanta and particles? If so, then from where do we get that sense of individual existence and unique selfhood to which we can all testify? And what then are our values, our dreams, our emotions, our individual knowledge? What are we, in this boundless and glowing world?

I am not interested in slice of life, what I want is a slice of the imagination.

Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.