Quotes About Dreams

It is to do nothing that the elect exist. Action is limited and relative. Unlimited and absolute is the vision of him who sits at ease and watches, who walks in loneliness and dreams.

The supreme object of life is to live. Few people live. It is true life only to realize one's own perfection, to make one's every dream a reality.

Nos prometieron que los sueños podrían volverse realidad. Pero se les olvido mencionar que las pesadillas también son sueños.

I believe that if one man were to live out his life fully and completely, were to give form to every feeling, expression to every thought, reality to every dream—I believe that the world would gain such a fresh impulse of joy that we would forget all the maladies of mediaevalism, and return to the Hellenic ideal—to something finer, richer, than the Hellenic ideal, it may be.

fantastic shadows of birds

And Sleep will not lie down, but walks Wild-eyed and cries to Time.

Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?

Leave us some unreality. Do not make us too offensively sane.

All other creatures look down toward the earth, but man was given a face so that might turn his eyes toward the stars and his gaze upon the sky.

Phantasos: he takes illusory shapes of all inanimate things, earth, stones, rivers, trees.

and I will reach the stars with the crown of my head

Often secret desires as well as abilities surface in our dreams.

I want to be a Huntress when I grow up! shouted a voice from the throng. Kyna rolled her eyes and shook her head. You can't be a Huntress, Liam. You're not a centaur and you're not a female.

Besides Diana Gabaldon's Scotland and Anne McCaffrey's Pern, DreamLand is my favorite land to visit.

A pictorial record of his hopes and despairs would have looked like a fever chart.

She was a kind-hearted girl, and it irked her to have to be continually acting as a black frost in Freddie's garden of dreams.

In fact, it seemed to him that he could almost hear the wedding bells ringing already. Then, coming out of his dreams, he realized that it was the telephone.

A] single glance told him that here was somebody who was sitting on a pink cloud with a rainbow round his shoulder. Mr. Trout had not yet burst into song with a hey nonny nonny and a hotchacha, but when you said that you had said everything.

At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we are made of earth and rain.

I should like to sleep like a cat, with all the fur of time, with a tongue rough as flint, with the dry sex of fire; and after speaking to no one, stretch myself over the world, over roofs and landscapes, with a passionate desire to hunt the rats in my dreams.

In the eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.

We must dream our way.

Oh, beloved, and there is nothing but shadows where you accompany me in your dreams and tell me the hour of light.

By night, beloved, tie your heart to mine and let them both in dreams defeat the darkness