Quotes About Dream

The sky's a good place to look," he said. "And I got a notion it's a good place to go.

Since it doesn't cost a dime to dream, you'll never short change yourself when you stretch your imagination.

As night is withdrawn From these sweet-springing meads and bursting boughs of May, Dream, while the innumerable choir of day Welcome the dawn.

It was again the Genius Publicus who appeared in a dream to Julian, on the eve of his proclamation as emperor in Paris in AD 360, and whom he saw passing sadly into his tent a few days before his death (Amm., 20, 5, 10; 25, 2, 3). This relationship of the Genius with the emperor's reign perhaps still inspired the pious loyalty of a few pagans.

romantic ambitions, there wasn't even such a place for her

But where did I come into the dream?" I asked. "You-- you were in the coffin; but you were not dead." "In the coffin?" "Yes." "How did you know ? Could you see me?" "No; I only knew you were there." "Had you been eating Welsh rarebits, or lobster salad?" I began laughing, but the girl interrupted me with a frightened cry.

There was no real hearse. That was a soft-shell crab dream." She smiled faintly.

El sueño del hombre nuevo se paga inevitablemente con el sufrimiento del hombre realmente existente.

Esta atmósfera de sueño y de inquietud que lo hacía circular a través de los días como un sonámbulo, la denominaba Erdosain, «la zona de la angustia».

En aquel tiempo yo tenía veinte años y estaba loco. Había perdido un país pero había ganado un sueño. Y si tenía ese sueño lo demás no importaba.

The strangest part of the dream,' said Pelletier, 'was the water was alive.

Soñé que traducía al Marqués de Sade a golpes de hacha. Me había vuelto loco y vivía en un bosque.

Soñé que nadie muere la víspera.

un poeta latinoamericano que al llegar la noche se echa en su jergón y sueña nn sueño maravilloso que atraviesa países y años un sueño maravilloso que atraviesa enfermedades y ausencias

un tipo con una extraña predisposición a sobrevivir un poeta latinoamericano que al llegar la noche se echa en su jergón y sueña un sueño maravilloso que atraviesa países y años un sueño maravilloso que atraviesa enfermedades y ausencias

Soñé que en un cementerio olvidado de áfrica encontraba la tumba de un amigo cuyo rostro ya no podía recordar.

Was it the voice of a demon? It did not take me long to discover that it was my own voice, the voice of my superego guiding my dream like a pilot with nerves of steel, it was the super-I driving a refrigerated truck down the middle of a road engulfed in flames, while the id groaned and rambled on in a vaguely Mycenaean jargon. My ego, of course, was sleeping. Sleeping and toiling.

descalzo en medio del sueño que se mueve desde nuestros corazones hasta nuestras necesidades

My dream, maybe because of my family, of course, was to be a painter. I chose in one moment the direction of textiles from textiles I went to fashion.

You want a mate who will follow your dream. You don't want to give up your own ambitions to make someone else's life possible.' 'I supposed that's true,' Althea admitted reluctantly. An instant later she demanded, 'Why is that so wrong?' 'It isn't,' Amber assured her, A moment later she added wickedly, 'As long as you're male.

Tell him that you dreamed of a wolf with porcupine quills in his muzzle. And that the wolf said to you, "As once you did, so I do now. I shelter and guide your son. I will put my life between him and any harm, and when my task is done, I will bring him safely home to you

They spoke of a dream of a child who bore the heart of a wolf.

My dream was dead in my arms.

We dream of carving our dragon.