Quotes About Dreams

Dreams are only thoughts you didn't have time to think about during the day.

Dreams are nocturnal flowers, blooming when the sun has strayed far enough that we can see clearly.

...all dreams are a piece of vivid painting to the mind's eye...

I honor health as the first muse, and sleep as the condition of health. Sleep benefits mainly by the sound health it produces; incidentally also by dreams, into whose farrago a divine lesson is sometimes slipped.

Some colors exist in dreams that are not present in the waking spectrum.

A nightmare is only a dream that hits turbulence.

My dreams leap — dancers of the night, reaching heights unknown to the day.

Dreams are road signs along the nighttime highway of sleep.

Dreams are free therapy. Consult your inner Freud.

Dreams are free therapy, but you can only get appointments at night.

He does not need opium. He has the gift of reverie.

Let the dragon in your soul be the keeper of your dreams — and breathe fire on all those who dare to tread, including your own demons and laziness.

Spread your wings and let the fairy in you fly!

Nobody is too old for fairy tales.

Don't let your dreams go up in smoke — practice fire safety.

By far the larger number of the dreams occurred towards dawn; sometimes even, after sunrise, during a "second sleep." A condition of fasting, united, possibly, with some subtle magnetic or other atmospheric state, seems therefore to be that most open to impressions of the kind.

All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.

Hope rises like a phoenix from the ashes of shattered dreams.

Hope is the silver lining of dreams.

...the fairy dust of poetry and glittery hope of dreams...

Then he dozed off to sleep and to dream dreams that for madness and audacity rivaled those of poppy-eaters.

We, helpless infants in arms or creeping quadruped-like on the floor, dreamed our dreams of air flight. Yes; and we endured the torment and torture of nightmare fears of dim and monstrous things. We newborn infants, without experience, were born with fear, with memory of fear; and memory is experience.

Then he dozed off to sleep and to dream dreams that for madness and audacity rivalled those of poppy-eaters

I am an idealist who believes in reality, and who, therefore, in all i write strive to be real, to keep both my own feet and the feet of my readers on the ground so that no matter how high we dream our dreams will be based on reality