Quotes About Dream

Galip, bir keresinde, Rüyâ'ya yazar?n da katilin kim olduÄŸunu bilmediÄŸi bir polisiye roman yaz?l?rsa okuyaca??n? söylemiÅŸti.

Ahora sé que no cambiaría nada demostrar que la vida que vivimos no es sino el sueño de otro.

Sepse tani e kuptoj se asgjë nuk mund të ndryshohet ,nëse provojmë se jeta që bëjmë, është ëndrra e tjetërkujt.

El propietario de una tienda, al que le gustaba hablar de manera más lacónica, le explicó que el cliente no compra en realidad una prenda de vestir, sino una fantasía. Que lo que de veras quería comprar era el sueño de poder ser como los otros que vestían aquella ropa.

No one is mocked with the yearning for that which they have no ability to attain.

Take me home, he said silently to Graff. In my dream you said you loved me. Take me home

Let's fly away and live forever

I think Bonzo died. I dreamed about it last night. I remembered the way he looked after I jammed his face with my head. I think I must have pushed his nose back into his brain. The blood was coming out of his eyes. I think he was dead right then.

Running was the way he dreamed. Having never been in control of his life, his idea of freedom was simply to break free. He dreamed of being at the mercy of the wind, carried aloft and blown here and there, a life of true randomness instead of always being part of someone else's purpose.

All the universe is just a dream in God's mind, and as long as he's asleep, he believes in it, and things stay real. What you see is God waking up, gradually waking up, and his wakefulness sweeps through the dream, undoes the universe, until finally he sits up, rubs his eyes, and says, My, what a dream, I wish I could remember what it was, and in that moment we'll all be gone.

you'll dream, too.>

A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at, for it leaves out the one country at which Humanity is always landing. And when Humanity lands there, it looks out, and, seeing a better country, sets sail. Progress is the realisation of Utopias.

The basis of action is lack of imagination. It is the last resource of those who know not how to dream.

You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream.

You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream. I worshipped you. I grew jealous of every one to whom you spoke. I wanted to have you all to myself.

I slept and dreamt life is beauty, I woke and found life is duty.

It's not regret for staying. It is nostalgia for something that we believe is true in our illusion, something we will never have. And if we touched it, we would soon realize that it was not what we dreamed of.

The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality, even where we will not.

What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.

In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure death will. The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and reality, even where we will not. Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting. I've thought a great deal about my life and my country. I think there is little that can be truly known. My family has been fortunate. Others were less so. As they are often quick to point out.

What could a child know of the darkness of God's plan? Or how flesh is so frail it is hardly more than a dream

In his dream she was sick and he cared for her. The dream bore the look of sacrifice but he thought differently. He did not take care of her and she died alone somewhere in the dark and there is no other dream nor other waking world and there is no other tale to tell.

The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in a many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning.

What is it? Nothing. I had a bad dream. What did you dream about? Nothing. Are you okay? No. He put his arms around him and held him. It's okay, he said. I was crying. But you didnt wake up. I'm sorry. I was just so tired. I meant in the dream.