Quotes About Dream

But now I was home. ... A roof over my head and a place to be private, to cry, to laugh, to gorge, to hope, to dream, to wallow, and to pray for things was a salve to my soul.

Lahiri Mahasaya was] awake in God, knew this world to be nothing but an objectivized dream of the Creator. Because he was compeltely aware of his unity with the Divine Dreamer, Lahiri Mahasaya could materialize or dematerialize or make any other change he wished in the dream atoms of the phenomenal world.

On the face of it he seemed to be congratulating himself on dealing with patients more humanely than Yealland, but then why the mood of self-accusation? In the dream he stood in Yealland's place. The dream seemed to be saying, in dream language, don't flatter yourself. There is no distinction.

A new novel awaits my arrival, prepares for my careful inspection. Yet a novel is always a long dream that lives in me for years before I know where to go to hunt it out.

How strange to be in a dream one moment and in the world the next, and to know the difference in the blink of an eye.

Explain to me again, he begged, why we are here. She had told him once before; it had been like listening to a vivid, improbable dream.

That sleep that has no language, No dream, No time, No end.

And the hopelessness of herself, of ever being the person she wanted to be and of doing the things that person would do. Had all her life been nothing but a dream, and was this real?

There's no such thing as a perfect murder," Tom said to Reeves. "That's just a parlor game, trying to dream one up. Of course you could say there are a lot of unsolved murders. That's different.

Persistently, I have a vision of a house in the country with the blond wife whom I adore, with the children whom I adore, on the land and with the trees I adore. I know this will never be, yet will be partially, that tantalizing measure (of a man) which leads me on.

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For all we know This may only be a dream An old Nina Simone song.

This magical night seemed unreal, or rather, as real as a dream.

Hunt shook his head and quit writing. "I don't understand. You can become this Ã¢â'¬Â¦ messiah Ã¢â'¬Â¦ by leaving your deathbed?" The pale oval of Keats's face moved back and forth on the pillow in a motion which might have been a substitute for laughter. "We all could have, Hunt. Humankind's folly and greatest pride. We accept our pain. We make way for our children. That earned us the right to become the God we dreamed of.

Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be, we cannot be created for this sort of suffering." Oh, Fanny, if only you knew! We are created for precisely this sort of suffering. In the end, it is all we are, these limpid tide pools of self-consciousness between crashing waves of pain.

Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be, we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.

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she released the world for the land of infant sleep.

There is no doubt that I have discovered the ultimate in stagnant human societies. The Bikura have realized the human dream of immortality and have paid for it with their humanity and their immortal souls.

Sarai gripped his hand. "Do you think you're the only one who has had the dream?" "Dream?" managed Sol. She

no nation was better at creating metaphors for itself than America; in this case, the vision of a beautiful, sane, safe, marble future that is all dream and no marble to sustain it.

My God, whispered Meina Gladstone, looking down at the body of Admiral Singh. I'm doing all this on the strength of a dream. Sometimes, said General Morpurgo, taking her hand, dreams are all that separates us from the machines.

After all, love is for people who are ready to dream big and risk everything. Unfortunately, so is prison.

She tried to soothe me, to tell me it didn't matter, that there was no reason to blame myself. But ashamed, and no longer able to control my anguish, I began to sob. There in her arms I cried myself to sleep, and I dreamed of the courtier and the pink-cheeked maiden. But in my dream it was the maiden who held the sword.