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Quotes About Dream

dozed off with my consciousness slightly ajar.
~ Ross MacDonald
But in the end, magic is magic, and one does not explain it so easily. That is why it is magic. To the child it is natural, but as for the grown man it loses its naturalness-- so as old men we see a different reality. And when we dream it is usually for a lost childhood, or trying to change someone, and that is not good. So, in the end, I accept reality-
~ Rudolfo Anaya
He ate and he drank. Drink deep, Shere Khan, for when wilt thou drink again? Sleep and dream of the kill.
~ Rudyard Kipling
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two imposters just the same
~ Rudyard Kipling
because every well-brought-up mongoose always hopes to be a house mongoose some day and have rooms to run about in;
~ Rudyard Kipling
It was like a dream, a beautiful, soothing dream of late autumn: low, gray skies, smell of woodsmoke, fallen leaves crackling beneath my feet, and somewhere out there, in the farmsteads and plantations ahead of me, swift retribution! Freedom! The bloody work of the Lord!
~ Russell Banks
Hatikvah—"Song of Hope.
~ Ruth Gruber
Disaster can strike at any moment, but we forget this, distracted by the bright, shiny comforts of our everyday lives. Wrapped in a false sense of security, we fall asleep, and in this dream, our life passes.
~ Ruth Ozeki
Her failure didn't matter, because at least she'd been true to her impossible dream until the very end.
~ Ruth Ozeki
In your diary, you quoted old Jiko saying something about not-knowing, how not-knowing is the most intimate way, or did I just dream that? Anyway, I've been thinking about this a lot, and I think maybe it's true, even though I don't really like uncertainty. I'd much rather 'know', but then again, not-knowing keeps all the possibilities open. It keeps all the worlds alive.
~ Ruth Ozeki
Am I crazy?" she asked. "I feel like I am sometimes." "Maybe," he said, rubbing her forehead. "But don't worry about it. You need to be a little bit crazy. Crazy is the price you pay for having an imagination. It's your superpower. Tapping into the dream. It's a good thing, not a bad thing.
~ Ruth Ozeki
She'd been betwitched. She'd pricked her finger and had fallen into a deep, comalike sleep.
~ Ruth Ozeki
You need to be a little bit crazy. Crazy is the price you pay for having an imagination. It's your superpower. Tapping into the dream. It's a good thing not a bad thing.
~ Ruth Ozeki
The tree was past and the paper is present, and yet paper still remembers holding itself upright and altogether. Like a dream, it remembers its sap.
~ Ruth Ozeki
Am I crazy? she asked. I feel like I am sometimes. Maybe, he said, rubbing her forehead. But don't worry about it. You need to be a little bit crazy. Crazy is the price you pay for having an imagination. It's your superpower. Tapping into the dream. It's a good thing, not a bad thing.
~ Ruth Ozeki
Crazy is the price you pay for having an imagination. It's your superpower. Tapping into the dream. It's a good thing, not a bad thing.
~ Ruth Ozeki
What is youth? A dream. What is love? The dream's content.
~ Soren Kierkegaard
My time I divide as follows: the one half I sleep; the other half I dream. I never dream when I sleep; that would be a shame, because to sleep is the height of genius.
~ Soren Kierkegaard
What is youth? A dream. What is love? The dream's content.
~ Soren Kierkegaard
How to be listed as a dream in the mind of a young girl is an art, going out is a masterpiece.
~ Soren Kierkegaard
I divide my time as follows: half the time I sleep, the other half I dream. I never dream when I sleep, for that would be a pity, for sleeping is the highest accomplishment of genius
~ Soren Kierkegaard
She awakens first at the touch of love; before that time she is a dream, yet in her dream life we can distinguish two stages: in the first, love dreams about her; in the second, she dreams about love.
~ Soren Kierkegaard
Every reality that we can make begins with a dream
~ S. M. Stirling
The knife he held was obsidian, sharp enough to cut a dream.
~ S.M. Stirling