Quotes About Dream

Every man is said to have his peculiar ambition

I would imagine being tied up and put in a haystack while someone put the dry, stale straw ablaze. I would picture it perfectly while rocking on my hand. The daydream was about struggling to get free while the fire burned hotter and closer. I am not sure if I came when the fire reached me or after I had imagined escaping it. But I came. I orgasmed on my hand to the dream of fire.

Trin Tragula—for that was his name—was a dreamer, a thinker, a speculative philosopher or, as his wife would have it, an idiot." Excerpt From: Adams, Douglas. "The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy." Random House Publishing Group, 2010-09-29. iBooks. This material may be protected by copyright.

He dreamed at one point in his slumbers of New York. In his dream he was walking late at night along the East Side, beside the river which had become so extravagantly polluted that new lifeforms were now emerging from it spontaneously, demanding welfare and voting rights.

Nothing within the limits of the human imagination and mind is impossible. If it were, we could not imagine it or dream it.

I saw him as the supplier of my life. In a dream, in a hole, I saw the great snake of life, devouring its own tail. Life eats life, the image of the snake seemed to tell me. Life devours itself. You are part of this, and so is Gup. The snake is the whip in my father;s hand. The whip is in my hand and reaches from my bloodied back to whip my father's hand. The torturer and the tortured are each playing a part and cannot be without the other.

These were citizens who, never having bothered to awaken to the technological and psychic changes in their world, hadn't bothered to defend themselves, hadn't bothered to build walls or plan counterattacks or build weapons-- asleep inside their collective dream, thinking for all the world that the unthinkable would never happen. Thinking they were safe.

because it's not enough to have a dream—you need financing.

I have dreamed of going to bed as walking into clear water ringed by a snowy wood

The aim of my teaching is enlightenment, awakening from the dream state of separateness into the reality of the One. In short, my teaching is focused on realizing what you are.

Old men are children once again a dream that sways and wavers into the hard light of day.

Your travel life has the aspect of a dream. It is something outside the normal, yet you are in it. It is peopled with characters you have never seen before and in all probability will never see again. It brings occasional homesickness, and loneliness, and pangs of longing... But you are like the Vikings who have gone into a world of adventure, and home is not home until you return.

La vie est vaine. Un peu d'amour, Un peu de haine, Et puis bonjour. La vie est brève. Un peu d'espoir, Un peu de rêve, Et puis bonsoir.

A trifle, a little, the likeness of a dream. And death comes as the end.

I've always jumped on sentiment—and here I am being more sentimental than anybody. What idiots girls are! I've always thought so. I suppose I shall sleep with his photograph under my pillow, and dream about him all night. It's dreadful to feel you've been false to your principles.

It was very like a dream. Like all dreamers, however, I could not let my dream alone. We poor humans are so anxious not to miss anything.

the perfection of a filing system beside which all other filing systems should sink into oblivion. She dreamed of such a system at night.

As though in a dream Edward opened the door, and she sprang lightly in beside him. Her furs swept his check, and an elusive scent, like that of violets after rain, assailed his nostrils.

Um sonho. Um sonho apaixonante e sensual. E, depois do sonho, o despertar. Pareceu acontecer de modo bastante repentino. Como sair de um túnel direto para a luz.

The dream was not to put one black family in the White House, the dream was to make everything equal in everybody's house.

At sixteen, Angela is strikingly beautiful; with perfect even features, blonde hair and a nubile young body, she's the archetypal American dream girl.

Preparing to live your dream is postponing it. You are either living it, or not.

Why are you here?" "To fetch the woman I cut from the veil of the rock." "Why did you cut?" "To send her spirit out, so that she would come to make the child, for me to teach to dance and sing and dream, to free the beasts within the rock to fill the world." "Have you found her?" "She is not here. There are only people horrible to see." "Where are your stories?" said the other. "I cannot tell them. My head is a cloud.

And without a dream, without ambition, what point was there to living?