Quotes About Dream

And I possessed the gift of vanishing before astonished eyes, which is the richest of all. I am too close, too close for him to dream of me. I slip my arm from underneath his sleeping head— it's numb, swarming with imaginary pins. A host of fallen angels perches on each tip, waiting to be counted.

I RESTORE lost love. Act now! Special offer! You lie on last year's grass bathed in sunlight to the chin while winds of summers past caress your hair and seem to lead you in a dance. For further details, write: Dream.

E sognerai che non occorre affatto respirare che il silenzio senza respiro è una musica passabile, sei piccolo come una scintilla e ti spegni al ritmo di quella.

What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream?

What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream? Or what's worse, what if only that fat guy in the third row exists?

What passion today with Lee. She's a volcano. It was a totally fulfilling experience... Just as I dreamed it would be. (nodding slightly as he takes off his slippers) That's what it was. It was like living out a dream...a great dream.

He and his wife moved to England. He had always wanted to live in the Cotswolds and be a country squire.

there was something in me that would not rest until I fulfilled a grand destiny. Thus I created an empire in my thoughts long before I began to win an empire in reality. When

It was as unbelievable as the moon catching fire.

Mamaji remembered, Father dreamed.

If we can dream it, we can do it.

There was something terribly sad, yet terribly uplifting, about watching this prophet of the ancient art of distance running turning his back on everything except his dream, and heading back down to "the best place in the world to run." Alone.

I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?

Crow walked toward her, arms outstretched like a man in a dream, which he was, in a way. Sometimes a dream is enough.

I dreamed I read the cards for you," she said. "And?" "And I predicted I would bring heartbreak and trouble into your life," she said. "Too late," he said, staring down at their joined hands. "Heartbreak and trouble got there ahead of you.

Aku pergi tidur dengan pikiran untuk merdeka. Aku bangun dengan pikiran untuk merdeka. Dan aku akan mati dengan cita-cita ini di dalam dadaku.

Never lose sight of your wish! And if you want to see the wish fulfilled ... you must choose! No matter how painful the choice may be.

I feel about my yarn stash as I do about my library: It is the record of much of my history, promise, potential, inspiration, learning, and space to dream.

And I walk on a tightrope up to the edge of my dream. Guts tortured by voluptuousness guide me, fury of impulses. Before I organise myself, I must disorganize myself internally. To experience that first and fleeting primary state of freedom. Of the freedom to err, fall and get up again.

Do you know it's a lie? That I didn't dream about you?

The chicken lives as if in a dream. She has no sense of reality. All the chicken's fright comes because they're always interrupting her reverie. The chicken is a sound sleep. . . . The chicken has plenty of inner life. To be honest, the only thing the chicken really has is inner life. Our vision of her inner life is what we call "chicken.

Deus, o que nos prometeis em troca de morrer? Pois o céu e o inferno nós já os conhecemos - cada um de nós em segredo quase de sonho já viveu um pouco o próprio apocalipse. E a própria morte.

A CHALLENGE FOR PSYCHOANALYSTS: I dreamed that a fish took off its clothes and was left naked.

Dar a mão a alguém sempre foi o que esperei da alegria. Muitas vezes antes de adormecer - nessa pequena luta por não perder a consciência ir para a grandeza do sono, finjo que alguém está me dando a mão e então vou, vou para a enorme ausência de forma que é o sono. E quando mesmo assim não tenho coragem, então eu sonho.