Quotes About Dreams

The souls of the upright in sleep have vision of a mysterious heaven.

When your day has been teeming with different sensations, when you have things on your mind, you can get to sleep to start with but you can't get back to sleep. Sleep comes a lot more easily than it comes back.

composed of all the innocence of the present, and of all the passion of the future.

Quando molte sensazioni hanno agitato la giornata, quando qualcosa preoccupa la mente, ci si addormenta, sì, ma non ci si riaddormenta. Il sonno può venire, ma difficilmente può ritornare.

Um pequeno jardim para passear e a imensidão para sonhar. A seus pés, o que se pode cultivar e colher; sobre sua cabeça, o que se pode meditar e estudar; algumas flores na terra e todas as estrelas no céu.

Every time that the wind blows it bears with it more of the dreams of men than of the clouds of heaven.

our judgement of a man would be much sounder were it based on what he dreams rather than on what he thinks.

Remplacer la pensée par la rêverie, c'est confondre un poison avec une nourriture.

La nuit fait des distributions d'essence stellaire aux fleurs endormies.

had it been given to our eyes of the flesh to gaze into the consciences of others, we should be able to judge a man much more surely according to what he dreams, than according to what he thinks.

Basta con una sonrisa divisada a lo lejos bajo un sombreo de crespón blanco con velillo trasero lila para que el alma entre en el país de los sueños.

R?scolea toate tufiÈ™urile È™i toate pietrele, ca s? caute gâze. AÈ™teptând s? viseze, se juca. Îi pl?cea gr?dina cu gâng?niile care furnicau în iarb?, sub picioarele ei, aÈ™teptând s-o iubeasc? pentru stelele pe care avea s? le vad? printre ramuri, deasupra capului.

Am întâlnit pe strad? un tân?r foarte s?rac care iubea. Avea o p?l?rie veche, haine roase, coatele g?urite. Ghetele îi erau pline de ap? È™i inima îi era plin? de stele.

In fact, were it given to our human eye to see into the consciences of others, we would judge a man much more surely from what he dreams than from what he thinks.

She looked at Vianne, and the universe of their friendship was in her eyes - the secrets they'd shared, the promises they'd made and kept, the dreams for their children that bound them as neatly as sisters.

More and more often they talked about the old days, back when they'd been too young to know that they were young, when the whole world had seemed open to them and dreams were as easy to pick as daisies.

She had read countless romantic novels in her life and she had dreamed of love forever; even so, she'd never known that a plain old double mattress could become a world unto itself, an oasis.

A dad... he teaches responsibility and accountability, but a mom... ah, a mom teaches her child to dream, to reach for the stars and to believe in fairy tales.

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.

You see things and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were And say, 'Why not?'" —George Bernard Shaw

He saw his whole life in her eyes, all his dreams and hopes and fears.

In rooms scented by dust, leather, and stone, she turns in the last of her father's dreams for her - that she will become a writer - she hands it in like an overdue book and takes joy in the words of others.

She smiled at the memory, even as it saddened her to think that somewhere along the way their dreams had untangled, gone on separate paths.

Some things need to be simply planted in the soft dirt of possibility.