Quotes About Dreams

Only the foolish waste their wishes.

I came up with a new game-show idea recently. It's called The Old Game. You got three old guys with loaded guns onstage. They look back at their lives, see who they were, what they accomplished, how close they came to realizing their dreams. The winner is the one who doesn't blow his brains out. He gets a refrigerator.

because people who talk about their dreams are actually trying to tell you things about themselves they'd never admit in normal conversation. It's a way for people to be honest without telling the truth.

Every night, we're all having multiple metaphysical experiences, wholly constructed by our subconscious. Almost one-third of our lives happens inside surreal mental projections we create without trying. A handful of highly specific dreams, such as slowly losing one's teeth, are experienced unilaterally by unrelated people in unconnected cultures. But these events are so personal and inscrutable that we've stopped trying to figure out what they mean.

If you don't quit following me, I will kill every man you've got. I'll burn down your house and rearrange your furniture. I will not pray for you and not for your children and not for your children's children. I'll get inside your dreams. I will contact Roberto Duran. We're very close friends. Did you know that? Do you understand me? Good.

With insomnia, you're never really awake; but you're never really asleep.

Am I sleeping? Have I slept at all? This is insomnia.

Isn't a kid alive who doesn't dream about rewarding her folks, or punishing them.

On a night without moon or stars you can't see a thing, but you can imagine anything.

She kept hoping that something would happen to rescue her from her own small-scale, predictable dreams.

I cross my fingers that if a demon dunks me in a vat of boiling lava I'll get thrown together naked with River Phoenix, and that he'll say I'm cute and try to kiss me.

When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep and you're never really awake.

The people who really, actually loved us, they'd beg us to go. To fulfill our dreams. Practice our craft. And they would love us when we all came back.

Her goals had been the goals of radical women a century ago: to become a lawyer . . . to compete toe-to-toe with men. But like any second-hand goal, it felt like a burden. It had already been fulfilled ten million times over by other women. Penny wanted a dream of her own, but she had no idea how that dream would look.

We are the middle children of history, raised by television to believe that someday we'll be millionaires and movie stars and rock stars, but we won't. And we're just learning this fact

Il motivo principale per cui la gente se ne va dai paesini di provincia» diceva sempre Rant, «è perché così poi può sognare di tornarci. E il motivo per cui ci resta è per sognare di andarsene». Con questo Rant voleva dire che nessuno è felice, da nessuna parte

On a night without the moon or stars you can't see a thing, but you can imagine anything.

JesteÅ›my niekochanymi dzie?mi historii, wychowanymi na telewizji, która przez lata wmawiaÅ'a nam, ?e pewnego dnia zostaniemy milionerami i gwiazdami filmowymi, i gwiazdami rocka, ale tak siÄ™ nie stanie. I to wÅ'aÅ›nie teraz do nas dociera. WiÄ™c nie zadzieraj z nami.

The key to a fertile imagination is filling your mind with bullshit.

Por qué hago nada? —dice—. Tengo suficiente educación como para disuadirme a mí misma de hacer cualquier cosa. Para deconstruir cualquier fantasía. Para convencerme de abandonar cualquier meta. Soy tan lista que puedo negarme cualquier sueño.

life is strange. It's full of mistakes and regrets, and our minds are very good at bringing those out at the worst times, the times when we're most vulnerable. Like dreams. The best we can do, I think, is to figure out how to move forward. How we correct the errors that we made to give some peace to ourselves.

This was a house of foul breath and bad dreams.

that glam-band dream-balladry of that Argentine band that Evil Elvis used to listen to (Babasónicos!).

I always thought I'd live in Paris, Rome, Madrid—at least for a while. It strikes me now that I didn't dream of Zanzibar or Papeete or Tashkent: even my fantasy was cautious, a good girl's fantasy, a blanched almond of a fantasy. Today, even that is enough to clench my fists and curl my toes. In