Quotes About Dream

When it had all become too much for the pixie, her brain had simply shut down, all except the most vital functions. She still breathed, and occasionally the monitors registered a dream spike in her brainwaves. But other than that, for all intents and purposes, Opal Koboi was no more.

Cosmo was halfway through a particularly nasty dream involving two Parasites, Ziplock, and a hair dryer

If she ever got the chance to settle down, it would be in the U.S. — on the west coast though. Somewhere with sun.

I need to sleep, he thought wearily. But not to dream.

Dana asked his wife on numerous occasions, "Wouldn't it be nice to live where you could walk in the woods on a Sunday afternoon?" It became Esther's dream also.

She returned to consciousness only to find herself in an unescapable nightmare.

The next thing I knew, I was falling. I dreamed I was being thrown into an open grave, but jerked awake and landed on a bed.

The importance of reading, for me, is that it allows you to dream. Reading not only educates, but is relaxing and allows you to feed your imagination - creating beautiful pictures from carefully chosen words.

For the taste of the fruit is the tongue´s dream, and the apple´s red is the passion of the eye

Reality, n. The dream of a mad philosopher. That which would remain in the cupel if one should assay a phantom. The nucleus of a vacuum.

Ambition is putting a ladder against the sky.

When one remembers a scene from the past in which one is with a loved one who is now dead, it is not like a memory at all, but like a dream one is having before his death, a premonition. In this dream which preceded death, the person is tranquil and happy, and yet, without reason, you know he is to die. When we recall the dead, the past becomes a dream we are dreaming foretelling death, though in our waking moments we cannot properly interpret it or give it significance.

Come out of the don'ts and impossibles. Manifest your dream. Bloom your worth.

William snorts and wakes up, his hair wild and waving like silver palm fronds. He looks like he might have had a bad dream, and Clare smiles to comfort him. He looks at her as if he's never seen her, or never seen her like this, which isn't so;he's seen her a hundred times just like this, seated across from him deep in thought,flinging her legs over the arm of the chair to get comfortable. "Oh,here you are",he says.

What I wanted was to blow a hole in the sky, explode a star, let the burning embers scorch me and everything they touched.

Just once in my life--oh, when have I ever wanted anything just once in my life?

When you woke up, for a moment you thought you were the moon.

You're the fantasy I never knew I had.

But how will I know you?" he whispered in the dream. "You knew me before you kissed me," Lance whispered back.

It was a beautiful dream, being with this one person who loved him. He could warm himself by that dream and wake up in its bed every day and every night—but he wasn't sure if he could ever really inhabit that dream.

Pierce dreamed about a sunny day and Hal, dressed in a white linen shirt and dark cotton trousers, offering him a flower and a kiss, in an almost perfect world.

Damn, Trav wanted this, had barely dared dream of it, yearned for the time Mackey Sanders would be old enough, whole enough, well enough, to possess like this, like a man, an equal, a partner.

I dreamed of holding Noah's hand and walking through bright sunshine, waving across the sound to the deserted island. For some reason I thought Vinnie was there.

Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in dream, They float past our view, We only watch their glad, early start. Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose; Their widening scope, Their distant employ, We never shall know. And the stream as it flows Sweeps them away, Each one is gone Ever beyond into infinite ways. We alone stay While years hurry on, The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.