Quotes About Dreams

Dear, I can't write, it's all a fantasy: a kind of circling obsession.

Only in books the flat and final happens, Only in dreams we meet and interlock....

And then what? said her daemon sleepily. Build what? The Republic of Heaven, said Lyra.

Was there only one world after all, which spent its time dreaming of others?

Was there only one world, after all, that spent its time dreaming of others?

He is not simply looking into the mirror because he is transfixed by what he sees. Rather, the artist's success depends as much as anything on his powers of detachment, on de-narcissizing himself… Freud… studied his own dreams not because he was a "narcissist," but because he was a student of dreams. And whose were at once the least and most accessible of dreams, if not his own?

How many hopes and dreams are trapped within these bones? How many wonders lie never to be discovered? This is what war is. Desolation, despair and loss. There are no victors.

If artists, writers and musicians were not just a little delusional, they would all have office jobs.

Tonight, I've finally learned to tell fantasy from reality. And, knowing the difference, I choose fantasy.

I am breathing. In dreams, we never bother to breathe.

The thing about possibilities: there are some you want much more than others. Or only one you want much more than everything else.

They defy gravity, as good books should.

No matter how happy we are, no matter how much we want our night to stretch out infinitely, sleep is inevitable.

I get lost in ifs. They are always there if if if if and I should only be able to tune in to them if I'm on the right frequency. But that's the thing about me: The frequencies don't divide.

If you close your eyes, you can conjure a world.

The way you're singing in your sleep The way you look before you leap The strange illusions that you keep You don't know But I'm noticing

Perhaps it never happened. Perhaps it happened while I was asleep. Most likely, there's no signal event. There's just the steady accumulation of 'awhile'.

Yes, girls want their princes, but boys want their princesses just as much.

I like Darren Criss and Teenage Dream.

Naps can be devils of disorientation.

Niciodata n-am visat mult. Ceea ce inseamna din cate inteleg ca pur si simplu nu-mi amintesc visele, fiindca de visat visam tot timpul cat dormim sau cel putin asa se spune. E ca si cum as avea un televizor la care nu se uita nimeni si care imi palpaie in cap cat e noaptea de lunga. Canalul viselor. As vrea sa pot sa trag toata chestia asta pe video. Poate ca atunci mi-as da cat de cat seama ce se intampla cu mine. Si nu ma refer la genunchi, ci la cap. La minte. La suflet.

You can tell all the stories you want, but you still haven't gotten across what the experience was like. It's like telling somebody a dream. It doesn't give them the dream. So

Hoped if she kept the dream hidden and frozen She soon would forget that she'd never been chosen. But dreams screams as loud whether thriving or dying And Helen despite herself never stopped trying.

But if one's dreams having to come true was the only referendum on whether they were beautiful, or worth dreaming, well then, no one would wish for anything. And that would be so much sadder.