Quotes About Dreams

Les gens, continue Lalix, ils se croient des petites merveilles, tout ce qu'ils font, tout ce qu'ils sont. Ils s'attribuent une importance... Alors, s'il fallait, par-dessus, encaisser le récit de leurs rêves, on n'en finirait plus.

The psychoanalyst picks our dreams as if they were our pockets." "The secret of the demagogue is to appear as dumb as his audience so that these people can believe themselves as smart as he is.

Blue is the color of longing for the distances you never arrive in, for the blue world.

Paul Goodman famously wrote, "Suppose you had the revolution you are talking and dreaming about. Suppose your side had won, and you had the kind of society that you wanted. How would you live, you personally, in that society? Start living that way now!

In dreams, nothing is lost. Childhood homes, the dead, lost toys all appear with a vividness your waking mind could not achieve. Nothing is lost but you yourself, wanderer in a terrain where even the most familiar places aren't quite themselves and open onto the impossible.

The beauty of those places I are with me still. And in all of the dreams, as in my waking life, was the love of place. The sense that places were embodiments of emotions, where anchors were companions of a sort. Even protectors or parents.

His tall, lanky body had the wrinkles of sleep, and he smelled like cotton and dreams.

She saw night lights in the rooms of the babies who dreamed soft seersucker dreams, drugged happy with the heat, their pink baby bodies curled against worn out cotton, not fearing Hitler yet, their strong, tiny hearts beating in unison with the trees and the creeks and the bayou

How often on an expedition have I told myself, That's enough! and then a few weeks later when the effort, worry, and hardship were forgotten, I began dreaming about a new journey, planning a new climb. Pretty soon I'd be off again. And once again, it would be dangerous. I never intended to risk my neck, but I knew that if I were ever to stop dreaming or traveling I would be old. And that would drive me to despair.

Samomluva a ml?ení prozrazují stav skupiny stejnÄ› jako sny.

Und so wie meine bloße Existenz mich einst weitergetragen und mir die Kraft gegeben hatte, extreme Bergtouren zu wagen, begann ich jetzt wieder zu träumen von einem Gesamtkunstwerk. Zuletzt wieder im Alleingang. Als wäre ich dazu bestimmt vorauszugehen, den Weg festzulegen, die Welt neu zu erfinden. So habe ich einst die Ziele in der Wildnis vorgegeben. Jetzt wurde eine kulturelle Aufgabe daraus.

The books brought brilliance to my life, and they brought an understanding: Life is a story. Everything that has happened and will happen to me is all part of the story of this enchanted place - all the dreams and visions and understandings that come to me in my dungeon cell. The books helped me see the truth is not in the touch of the stone but in what the stone tells you.

He was part of my dream, of course—but then I was part of his dream, too. Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass

The only thing that shatters dreams is compromise.

How is it we're the lucky ones, living a life that the children-we-were took for dreams?

In half a century of challenge and learning and trial-and-error, each of us had struggled from hard times to a present lovely beyond our dreams.

No cualquier hombre (permítanme una restricción y cierto romanticismo) es capaz de volar, sino aquel que siente que volar es su vida, que sabe que el cielo no es un lugar de trabajo o de diversión, sino que es su casa.

Ne kadar ehil ve lay?k olursan?z olun, kendiniz için o hayali kurmad?kça ve onu gerçekleÅŸtirmenize izin vermedikçe asla daha iyi bir hayata ulaÅŸamazs?n?z.

No importa quién sea usted ni la edad que tenga ni dónde viva; si lo desea, volará. Parece extraño, pero es así.

Richard, don't forget what you did today. It is easy to forget our times of knowing, to think they've been dreams or old miracles, one time. Nothing good is a miracle, nothing lovely is a dream.

Hep yapmay? hayal ettiÄŸiniz ÅŸeyi sonuna kadar yaÅŸay?n, kendinizi kötü hissetmenize f?rsat kalmayacakt?r.

Sus rostros eran absolutamente similares en un detalle: parecían extremadamente incompletos, como cuadros con agujeros por ojos o como un rompecabezas al que le faltase una pieza nimia. Y eso que echaba en falta, pensó Richards, era el aire de desesperación. En sus estómagos no aullaban los lobos. Sus mentes no estaban llenas de sueños viciados, de esperanzas insensatas.

Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved, but too many times she slept like a mechanical deer in my caresses, and I ached in the metal silence of her dreams.

Everyone has a place in history. Mine is clouds.