Quotes About Dreams

She dreams of him that has forgot her love; You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love should be so contrary; And thinking of it makes me cry 'alas!

Which dreams, indeed, are ambition, for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause

Noi siamo della stessa materia Di cui son fatti i sogni E la nostra piccola vita È circondata da un sonno.

Somos de la misma sustancia que los sueños, y nuestra breve vida culmina en un dormir.

Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more.

O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. . . . She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomi Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep.

Because it is a customary cross, As die to love as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers.

Thou talk'st of nothing. True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasty; Which is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face t the dew-dropping south.

Existen más cosas entre el cielo y la tierra que las que sueñas en tu filosofía.

For he is superstitious grown of late, Quite from the main opinion he held once Of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies.

Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms. Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away.

I talk of dreams, which are the children of an idle brain'.

Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)

Wishes were ever fools

There's meaning in thy snores.

Wilt thou reach stars because they shine on thee?

The sleeping and the dead are but as pictures. Lady Macbeth

Sometime [Queen Mab] driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two And sleeps again

Thoughts are but dreams till their effects be tried.

No temas; la isla está llena de sonidos y músicas suaves que deleitan y no dañan. Unas veces resuena en mi oído el vibrar de mil instrumentos, y otras son voces que, si he despertado tras un largo sueño, de nuevo me hacen dormir. Y, al soñar, las nubes se me abren mostrando riquezas a punto de lloverme, así que despierto y lloro por seguir soñando. (Calibán)

Por un extraño azar la próvida Fortuna, que ahora me acompaña, ha traído hasta aquí a mis enemigos, y por presciencia veo que mi cenit depende de un astro sumamente favorable y que, si no aprovecho su influencia, mi suerte decaerá. Cesen ya tus preguntas. Te duermes. Es benigna soñolencia. Abandónate: no puedes evitarla. (Próspero)

My Oberon! what visions have I seen! Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.

Love thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers.