Quotes About Dream

In this metallic age of barbarians, only a relentless cultivation of our ability to dream, to analyse and to captivate can prevent our personality from degenerating into nothing or else into a personality like all the rest.

This world is for those who are born to conquer it, Not for those who dream that are able to conquer it, even if they're right.

Solitude devastates me; company oppresses me. The presence of another person derails my thoughts; I dream of the other's presence with a strange absent-mindedness that no amount of my analytical scrutiny can define.

Deus quer, o homem sonha, a obra nasce.

I'll disappear in the fog as a foreigner to all life, as a human island detached from the dream of the sea, as a uselessly existing ship that floats on the surface of everything.

The presence of another person derails my thoughts; I dream of the other's presence with a strange absent-mindedness that no amount of my analytical scrutiny can define.

Every gesture is a dead dream.

Am s? m? pierd în cea??,ca un str?in de toate,insul? uman? detaÅŸat? de visul m?rii,nav? înc?rcat? inutil cu prea mult? fiin?? ÅŸi prea mult din tot restul.

Cada pessoa é apenas o sonho de si próprio. Eu nem isso sou.

All beauty is a dream, even if it exists, For beauty is always more than it is. The beauty I see in you Isn't here, next to me. What I see in you lives where I dream, Far away from here. If you exist, I only know it Because I just dreamed it. — Fernando Pessoa, from "All beauty is a dream, even if it exists," 22 April 1934, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems , ed. & transl. Richard Zenith (Penguin Classics, 2006)

Soy el negativo absoluto, la encarnación de la nada. Lo que se desea y no se puede obtener, lo que se sueña porque no puede existir, ahí se encuentra mi reino vano y ahí está establecido el trono que no me fue otorgado.

no nostalgia hurts as much as nostalgia for things that never existed!

Somos muerte. Esto, que consideramos vida, es el sueño de la vida real, la muerte de lo que verdaderamente somos.

Everything was sleeping as if the universe were a mistake.

The only thing I've loved is nothing at all. The only thing I've desired is what I couldn't even imagine. All I asked of life is that it go on by without my feeling it. All I demanded of love is that it never stop being a distant dream.

May our love be a prayer … Anoint me with seeing you, and I will make the moments I dream of you into a rosary, with my tediums for Our Fathers and my anxieties for Hail Marys.

The dream that promises us the impossible has already prevented us from achieving it, but the dream that promises us the possible interferes with real life and leaves it to life to provide a solution.

For superior men, life should be a dream that spurns confrontations.

Tal vez no tenga otro sueño que tú, tal vez sea en tus ojos, al pegar mi cara contra la tuya, cuando acabe por leer esos imposibles paisajes, esos tedios falsos, esos sentimientos que habitan la sombra de mi cansancio y las grutas de mis desasosiegos.

Peguei no meu coração E pu-lo na minha mão. Olhei-o como quem olha Grãos se areia ou uma folha. Olhei-o pávido e absorto Como quem sabe estar morto. Como a alma só comovida Do sonho e pouco da vida.

Lo absurdo nos salva de llegar, pese al tedio, a aquel estado del alma donde comienza por sentirse la dulce furia del sueño.

La relación que hay entre el sueño y la vida es la misma que hay entre lo que llamamos vida y lo que llamamos muerte. Estamos durmiendo, y esta vida es un sueño, no en un sentido metafórico o poético, sino en un sentido verdadero.

Somos muerte. Esto, que consideramos vida, es el sueño de la vida real, la muerte de lo que verdaderamente somos. Los muertos nacen, no mueren. Están trocados, para nosotros, los mundos. Cuando creemos que vivimos, estamos muertos; vamos a vivir cuando estamos moribundos.

Eres la única forma que no produce hastío porque eres tornadiza con nuestro sentimiento, porque, como besas nuestra alegría, entretienes nuestro dolor y nuestro tedio y eres el opio que conforta y el sueño que nos hace descansar, y la muerte que cruza y junta las manos.