Quotes About Dream

I need to sleep, but fear to dream.

How could it end any other way? The beast was greater than they were, a force of nature. The beast was like the river, eternal. It had no doubts, no thoughts, no dreams or plans.

I wish it was all a dream. Then I could wake up.

Take me away, take me to the land of always-winter

This is an evil dream, she thought. But if she were dreaming, why did it hurt so much? She tried to ask the shadows, but they did not answer. Perhaps they did not hear her. Perhaps they were not real.

I am walking, he thought, exulting. Part of him knew that it was only a dream, but even the dream of walking was better than the truth of his bedchamber, walls and ceiling and door.

Cats never weep, she told herself, no more than wolves. It's just a stupid dream.

Until what? Foolish woman, will holding it secret in our heart make it any less true? If you never tell, never speak of it, will it become only a dream, less than a dream, a nightmare half-remembered? Oh, if only the gods would be so good.

Sansa felt as though she were in a dream. "Joffrey is dead," she told the trees, to see if that would wake her. He had not been dead when she left the throne room. He had been on his knees, though, clawing at his throat, tearing at his own skin as he fought to breathe. The

If you want to dream, go back to sleep," he told her."When you wake up, we'll still be escaped slaves in the middle of a siege. Crunch is dead. The pig as well, most like. Now find some armor and put it on, and never mind where it pinches. The mummer show is over. Fight or hide or shit yourself, as you like, but whatever you decide to do, you'll do it clad in steel.

It had been more of a wish, actually, but it sounded better to call it a dream.

So there is magic beyond the Wall after all. He found himself thinking of his sisters, perhaps because he'd dreamed of them last night. Sansa would call this an enchantment, and tears would fill her eyes at the wonder of it...

Maybe he had fallen asleep out in the snows and dreamed himself a safe, warm place.

In the dream they were only shadows, grey wraiths on horses made of mist.

A nightmare this might be, yet it was no dream.

He dreamt an old dream, of three knights in white cloaks, and a tower long fallen, and Lyanna in her bed of blood.

An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world.

Sanity is a madness put to good uses; waking life is a dream controlled.

Opposite is the old bell-tower of a church, all the more moving for being unfinished. What beauty there is in interrupted towers, which continue in dream and which we all complete within ourselves!

She came forward, the outlines of her figure blurred in the half-light. She came forward like a film star, or rather like the ideal woman in an adolescent's dream.

I dream that I'm beautiful. Not exactly beautiful, but inconspicuous. That's what it means to be beautiful, to be like everyone else. My head feels light. My eyes are on the front of my face. I have a nose, rather than nostrils. I have human skin, thin human skin. I walk down the street and no one notices me. Now that's happiness—no one noticing me. It's a happy dream.

One man with a dream, at pleasure, Shall go forth and conquer a crown, And three with a new song's measure, Can trample an empire down.

Every man is said to have his peculiar ambition.

The dream is real, my friends. The failure to realize it is the only reality.