Quotes About Dreams

Bazan Füsun'un hayallere dald???n? yüzünden anlar, onun hayal ettiÄŸi ülkeye gitmek ister, ama kendimi, hayat?m?, a??rl???m?, masada oturuÅŸumu çok umutsuz bulurdum.

With astonishing consistency, the people of Kültepe and Duttepe all saw the same figures in their dreams at regular intervals: Boys: the female primary-school teacher Girls: Atatürk Men: the Holy Prophet Muhammad Women: a tall, anonymous Western film star Old men: an angel drinking milk Old women: a young postman bringing good news

Razlika izme?u ?oveka kome se dopada da neprestano sanja da je Napoleon i ?oveka koji za sebe misli da je Napoleon, jeste razlika izme?u sre?nog sanjara i nesre?nog šizofreni?ara.

Bir yandan bunu hissediyor,diÄŸer yandan içimden geçenlerin hepsinin boÅŸ birer hayal olduÄŸunu düÅŸünüyordum.

Daha veciz konuÅŸmay? seven bir dükkan?n sahibi, müÅŸterilerinin bir elbiseyi deÄŸil, asl?nda bir hayali sat?n ald?klar?n? aç?klam??. O elbiseyi giyen ötekiler gibi olabilme hayaliymiÅŸ as?l sat?n almak istedikleri.

lo habían encuadernado cuidadosamente con un papel de aguas azul que hacía recordar los sueños.

no cambiaría nada saber que la escritura, que cualquier texto, no trata de la vida sino del sueño, por el mero hecho de ser escritura.

He was a poet and, as he himself had written—in an early poem still largely unknown to Turkish readers—it snows only once in our dreams.

Heroic dreams are the consolation of the unhappy.

U ovoj zemlji jedino kukavice opstaju. Ali svaka kukavica ?itav život sanjari kako ?e se jednoga dana preobraziti u junaka, nije li tako?

The poem Ka wrote during the ensuing silence, without a single pause or missing word, he would later call 'Heaven'. If he placed it on the 'Imagination' axis of the snowflake, far from the centre, right at the top, this was not to suggest that Heaven was the future of which we dream: for Ka, Heaven was the place where you kept alive the dreams of your memories.

Gledao sam kako se mijenjaju ljudi koji su mi nekada bili uzor i kako nestaju oni kojima sam se želio dopasti; nijedan mi se san nije ostvario, ni u pjesni?koj karijeri, ni u životu.

In Turkish we have a special tense that allows us to distinguish hearsay from what we've seen with our own eyes; when we are relating dreams, fairy tales, or past events we could not have witnessed, we use this tense.

In reaction to being overly logical we'll feed fantasies for weeks and years on end, and one day we'll see something, a face, an outfit, a happy person, and suddenly realize that our dreams will never come true; thus, we come to understand that a particular maiden won't be permitted to marry us or that we'll never reach such-and-such a station in life.

WHATEVER THE SOUL IS TAUGHT to expect, that it will build. Our heart longings, our soul aspirations, are something more than mere vaporings of the imagination or idle dreams. They are prophecies, predictions, couriers, forerunners of things which can become realities. They are indicators of our possibilities. They measure the height of our aim, the range of our efficiency.

Our dreaming capacity gives us a peep into the glorious realities that await us further on.  Dreams are true while they last, And do not we live in dreams? – TENNYSON.

A man will remain a rag picker as long as he has only a rag picker's vision.

We thought we were the only thinking beings in the universe, until we met you, but never did we dream that thought could arise from the lonely animals who cannot dream each other's dreams.

People will always go. Always. They always believe the can make a better life than in the old world. What the hell, maybe they can.

Ah, I am the judge of dreams, and you are the judge of love. Well, I find you guilty of dreaming good dreams, and sentence you to a lifetime of working and suffering for the sake of your dreams. I only hope that someday you won't declare me innocent of the crime of loving you.

Will people really go?" "People always go. Always. They always believe they can make a better life than in the old world.

Mazer, i don't want to keep dreaming these things. I'm afraid to sleep. I keep thinking of things i don't want to remember. My whole life keeps playing out as if i were a recorder and someone else wanted to watch the most terrible parts of my life

He woke up and fought another battle and won. Then he went to bed and slept again and dreamed again and then he woke up and won again and slept again and he hardly noticed when waking became sleeping. Nor did he care.

He thought of half a dozen ideas before he went to sleep. Ender would be pleased-every one of them was stupid.