Quotes About Dream

this occurred only once in a person's life, and then only if he was lucky. It happened the way things happen in a dream. A door opens, a person calls your name, your heart beats faster, and everything is familiar, yet you don't know where you are. You are falling, you're in a house you don't recognize and yet you want to be here, you have actually wanted to be here all of your life

I was walking through a dream rather than living my life. I had become someone else, but who was that someone?

Although my father had never been there, I came to believe I would someday see that city for him.

What was a dream but a way of knowing what was inside you? After all this time, they forgave each other on this morning in May when the world was green, when bees circled the laurel, when words didn't need to be spoken, when anything that had been lost could still be found.

and taking their time, walking slowly, like tourists, even though this is a landscape they know inside out. The streetlamps cast a hazy glow, the light of a dream you're not quite finished waking from. Fireflies drift across the lawns.

Tom placed his beer on the glass-topped garden table. Were I to dream again, I would dream myself into this room, at this hour. I would take the fading cushion beside him.

I would have a flick of fear, as in a dream when you find yourself in the wrong building or have forgotten the time for the exam and understand that this is only the tip of some shadowy cataclysm or lifelong mistake.

There ought to be one place you thought about and knew about and maybe longed for--but never did get to see.

The dream was in fact a lot like the Vancouver weather—a dismal sort of longing, a rainy dreamy sadness, a weight that shifted round the heart.

And the boat and the dock and the gravel on the shore, the trees sky-pointed or crouching, leaning out over the water, the complicated profile of surrounding islands and dim yet distinct mountains, seemed to exist in a natural confusion, more extravagant and yet more ordinary than anything I could dream or invent. Like a place that will go on existing whether you are there or not, and that in fact is still there.

She didn't really plan to travel there. She said there ought to be one place you thought about and knew about and maybe longed for but never did get to see.

I would often invent this dream for myself at the edge of sleep, and then it was strange how content it would make me, how it would make peace and consolation flow, and I would close my eyes and float on it into my real dreams which were never so kind [...].

I just think it would be beautiful,' she says. 'I think it would be beautiful if a woman could.

Frank Sinatra on the sound system. "Fly Me to the Moon.

No more to say, and nothing to weep for but the Beings in the Dream, trapped in its disappearance

Assuming I am mad (Ha!) god, how I must have suffered to go mad. And all the time I was calling to people to save me and no one put out his hand and held it. This is like suicide, only I am alive and looking out of this living death I can see the people weep and feel sorry. Alas, nobody even weeps. It's all a dream.

Balanceándose y rodando en la banca de la soledad de medianoche reinos dolmen del amor, sueño de la vida de una pesadilla, cuerpos convertidos en piedra tan pesada como la luna

The Night-Apple Last night I dreamed of one I loved for seven long years, but I saw no face, only the familiar presence of the body: sweat skin eyes feces urine sperm saliva all one odor and mortal taste.

I wake up in the morning with a dream in my eyes

Lorsque je dormais loin de vous, Dans un rêve toujours le même, Je vous voyais à mes genoux Me dire chaque nuit : « Je t'aime ! » Maintenant que tu m'appartiens, Dans les bras chaque nuit je rêve Que tu pars, qu'un méchant t'enlève Et que je meurs quand tu reviens

Most persons go to sleep rather gladly, yet sleep is virtual annihilation while it lasts; and if it should last forever the sleeper would be no worse off after a million years of it than after an hour of it.

It is your duty in life to save your dream.

Adrian's tone suggested that the desire for something was all it took. They all live with endless possibilities, leave their homes for the sake of something new. But the dream is woven from the fabric of freedom. For desire to exist it requires the element of possibility, and that for Kai has never existed, until now...

He's living in a dream! Pandered to, and coddled, and utterly spoiled his whole life! That boy and the real world are entire strangers to one another!