Quotes About Dream

Are you sure That we are awake? It seems to me That yet we sleep, we dream

I dreamt a dream tonight. Mercutio: And so did I. Romeo: Well, what was yours? Mercutio: That dreamers often lie. Romeo: In bed asleep while they do dream things true.

and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked I cried to dream again.

I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.

The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.

I dreamt my lady came and found me dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And breathed such life with kisses in my lips That I revived and was an emperor.

Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven, shall behold the night of our solemnities.

To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come?

Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.

O hell! to choose love by another's eyes! Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it, Making it momentany as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lighting in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath pwer to say, 'Behold!' The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion.

Não tenho dormido. Entre a ação de um ato terrível e o primeiro gesto, todo esse intervalo é como um fantasma ou um sonho odioso: O Génio e os instrumentos mortais estão nessa altura reunidos; e a condição do homem, equiparável a um pequeno reino, sofre então a natureza de uma insurreição.

What relish is in this? How runs the stream? Or I am mad, or else this is a dream. Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep. If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!

The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.

Or I am mad, or else this is a dream.

Swift as shadow, short as any dream

When in that moment,—so it came to pass,— Titania wak'd, and straightway lov'd an ass.

Or if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it, Making it momentany as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And, ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!' The jaws of darkness do devour it up. So quick bright things come to confusion

In all my life only that dream is real.

Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave

O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard, Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial

May all to Athens back again repair, And think no more of this night's accidents But as the fierce vexation of a dream.

Neath cold sand I dreamed of death / but woke at dawn to see / in glory, the bright, the morning star.

there were doorknobs and doorbells where one touch had covered another beforehand. suitcases checked and standing side by side. one night, perhaps, the same dream grown hazy by morning. every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.

O sofrimento (capítulo três) não insulta o corpo. A morte chega com o sono. E vais sonhar que nem é preciso respirar, que o silêncio sem ar não é uma música má, pequeno como uma fagulha, a um toque te apagarás.