Quotes About Dreams

Tengo miedo, Simón. Cuando me duermo, ahí están los malos sueños esperándome. Trato de escaparme, pero no puedo porque ya no puedo correr.

Entonces quiero hablar filosofía ahora! ¿Qué pasa si no me despierto? ¿Por qué no está permitido que venga aquí don Quijote? –Don Quijote puede cruzar los mares y venir, pero tiene que hacerlo en un libro, como el que lo trajo cuando llegó hasta ti. No puede aparecerse en carne y hueso. En cuanto a no despertarse, si no nos despertamos nunca, entonces… nada, nada, nada. Eso es lo que quiero decir con filosofía.

Acabamos pareciéndonos a nuestro yo ideal, dice Baudelaire. Poco a poco la cara que deseamos, la cara de nuestros sueños secretos, arrolla a la cara con la que nacemos

But then in dreams we are always children.

In private I observed that once in every generation, without fail, there is an episode of hysteria about the barbarians... These dreams are the consequence of too much ease. Show me the barbarian army and I will believe.

Trez blew out his breath. "You know what my fantasy is? It ain't porn. It's good news. For once in my fucking life, I'd love to have some good news.

I've never stopped wanting you, Lizzie. Thinking about you. Wishing you were with me. Hell, I feel like I've been in a relationship with a ghost … I see you in my dreams every night – you're so real that I can touch you, feel you, be with you." "You've got to stop." "I can't. Lizzie…I can't.

Butch clasped his hands to his chest. "Was? Was? I can't believe you've lost interest." He threw one arm over his eyes, all Sarah Bernhardt. "My dreams of our future are shattered—" "Shut it, cop." Butch looked out from under his arm. "Are you kidding me? The reality show I had planned was fantastic. Was going to pitch it to VH1. Two Bites Are Better Than One. We were going to make millions.

Propping his head on his gloved fist, he muttered, "One of my old dreams just came true." As Butch's panic deflated, he rolled his eyes. "And what was that." "I just fucked you in the ass." Blink. Blink. And then Butch started laughing. "Yeah, yeah, good joke. Okay, what did Lass do now?" "No, I'm serious. I just screwed you. Badly. I'm really fucking sorry.

You are more astounding than even my daydreams.

He was well aware of when she fell asleep—her breathing changed and her leg twitched from time to time. He wondered if she was kicking him in the ass in her dreams.

El futuro —susurró Beth— está en tus ojos.

Goodnight, Gray.

She should have everything she wants.

Even a supportive Obama biographer like David Remnick called Dreams a "mixture of verifiable fact, recollection, re-creation, invention, and artful shaping.

If I dreamed, no traces remained in my memory; I simply left the world and life for complete exhausted oblivion.

So therefore I dedicate myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.

All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together.

Roaring dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind. Now that we know this, throw the raft away.

It was a rainy night. It was the myth of a rainy night.

Somewhere along the line I knew there'd be girls, visions, everything; somewhere along the line the pearl would be handed to me.

And it's finally only in the woods you get that nostalgia for cities at last, you dream of long gray journeys to cities where soft evenings'll unfold like Paris but never seeing how sickening it will be because of the primordial innocence of health and stillnes in the wilds- So I tell myself Be Wise.

For the next week that was all I heard - manana, a lovely word and one that probably means heaven.

I had traveled eight thousand miles around the American continent and I was back on Times Square; and right in the middle of a rush hour, too, seeing with my innocent road-eyes the absolute madness and fantastic hoorair of New York with its millions and millions hustling forever for a buck among themselves, the mad dream-grabbing, taking, giving, sighing, dying, just so they could be buried in those awful cemetery cities beyond Long Island City.