Quotes About Dreams

Bresson est à part dans ce métier terrible. Il s'exprime cinématographiquement comme un poète par la plume. Vaste est l'obstacle entre sa noblesse, son silence, son sérieux, ses rêves et tout un monde où ils passent pour de l'hésitation et de la manie.

Unii sunt ocupaÅ£i cu absurda m?reÅ£ie a visului,în timp ce ceilalÅ£i f?ptuiesc ÅŸi nu viseaz?.Ceea ce provoac? pe nesimÅ£ite o circulaÅ£ie de unde contrarii pe care sufletul le înregistreaz?,în timp ce mintea nu-i capabil? de a le descifra.

She was a pixie, a fairy, full of imagination and in another world.

My eyes feel all soft, all soft as flesh. I'm going to sleep.

all greatness must first take its shape in dreams.

Do you think that too, she said, that I have slept too long in the moonlight?

Rain, forever raining. Drown me in sleep. And soon.

Why was it so difficult to make new friends once you were past forty Was it because we didn't have dreams anymore, only regrets?

I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.

Yes, the stories are dangerous, she was right. A book is a magic carpet that flies you off elsewhere. A book is a door. You open it. You step through. Do you come back?

Strange to dream in the right shape and build in the wrong shape, but maybe that is what we do every day, never believing that a dream could tell the truth.

I may be cynical when I say that very rarely is the beloved more than a shaping spirit for the lover's dreams.

There is no sense in forgetting and every sense in dreaming.

And then I was offered the job of a particle in factory physics. I was offered the job of an electron in an office atom. I was offered the job of a frequency for a radio station. People told me I could easily make it as a ray in a ray gun. What's the matter with you, don't you want to do well? I wanted to be a beach bum and work on my wave function. I have always loved the sea.

There will be a future. We believe in our unreality too strongly to give it up.

Perhaps all romance is like that; not a contract between equal parties but an explosion of dreams and desires that can find no outlet in everyday life.

My mother is very like William Blake, she has visions and dreams and she cannot always distinguish a flea's head from a king. Luckily she can't paint.

What are the unreal things but the passion that once burned one like a fire? What are the incredible things but the things that one has faithfully believed? What are the improbable things but the things that one has done oneself?

I could see in her a piece of the bright hope I once had in myself and it made me sour and angry. It made me feel sorry for her too. I wanted to take both her hands in mine, look her in the eye, and let her see that the world isn't interested in a little black girl's dreams.

Dreams were so tiring that she wondered how anybody ever dared to go to sleep at night.

That's the city I see in my dreams, Poppy. It isn't like Ember at all. The sky is light and the buildings are tall and sort of sparkle. (Lina)

Is there something you're interested in? I mean, if you could really turn your life around and follow your dreams, if you didn't have to worry about us or the money, what would you want to do?

We had some times, didn't we?' 'We did.' 'Never did build that Glass Castle.' 'No. But we had fun planning it.

When Dad wasn't telling us about all the amazing things he had already done, he was telling us about the wondrous things he was going to do. Like build the Glass Castle.