Quotes About Dream

You're dead, I repeated. So why are you in my dream? He raised the bill of his olive drab ball cap with one finger. Good question. Morbid, isn't it? What? Dreaming about dead peolpe. Creepy. You ever see a therapist about that? I'm not - Even in dreams, I couldn't win an argument. Even when he was dead.

Better to end this dream before it becomes a nightmare.

Once upon a time, Sleeping Beauty decided to take a nap from which she would never wake up.

Nick stands up and offers his hand to me. I have no idea what he wants, but what the hell, I take his hand anyway, and he pulls me up on my feet then presses against me for a slow dance and it's like we're in a dream where he's Christopher Plummer and I'm Julie Andrews and we're dancing on the marble floor of an Austrian terrace garden. Somehow my head presses Nick's t-shirt and in this moment I am forgetting about time and Tal because maybe my life isn't over. Maybe it's only beginning.

Let your thoughts run free, as if your mind is taking a leisurely Sunday afternoon walk through a garden in spring bloom. I stand in the hallway, mute. Alone. I realize: I must develop the ability to go the distance rather than just envy it. Don't speak unless you can improve on silence The truth is never as interesting as what people whisper about them It's because the dream is so perfect that I can walk away from it That blackness brought me out of the nightmare and into this morning's light

It wasn't about the fantasy. That was now replaced with hope and belief that it could happen, for real.

Snarl had infiltrated my subconscious. The dream was obviously a sign: he was too enticing to resist.

Lorenzo gently places his hands on either side of my face, lowering his head to stare directly into my eyes. His voice is barely above a whisper as he says, Patience D'Angeli-Cat-you are my dream now.

Let the pages burn, for such be the fate of the soul, that all our striving be dust, and none in the bright living world ever know truly what once lived and died in another heart. And let me dispense with my foolish dream of leaving the tracery of my thought whole, perhaps to be read in an age in which there is greater kindness. It is not such an age. Let the truth be ash.

We ate food that wasn't healthy. We let dirty dishes stack up in the sink. We slept too much. We talked about everything, everything but the slaughter at the mall. Our past, our future. We planned. We dreamed.

The dance of life occurred not yesterday or tomorrow, but only here at the still point that was the present. This truth is simple, self-evident, but difficult to accept, for we sentimentalize the past and wallow in it, while we endure the moment and in every waking hour dream of the future.

Because utopias always turn out to be one version of hell or another.

eerie in a way it is nowhere else in the world, the flats receding and the low hills rising as if they are just fields of mist and walls of fog, illusions of shapes and dimensions, reflections of reflections, and those reflections only reflections of a dream.

he dreamed of being director of the FBI instead of attorney general. Considering some of the unsavory characters who had held the latter post, Milo didn't have the credentials for it.

who knew that humanity would one day reach childhood's end, who believed intellect could triumph over superstition and ignorance, and who dared to dream.

Is there some meaning to this life? What purpose lies behind the strife? Whence do we come, where are we bound? These cold questions echo and resound Through each day, each lonely night. We long to find the splendid light That will cast a revelatory beam Upon the meaning of the human dream. – The Book of Counted Sorrows

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In the dream, I suddenly found myself in the night, floating above the house, then gliding over the woods

Needless to say, I had not enjoyed such an exhilarating dream in decades.

he was living in a dream world, then he never wanted to wake up.

So for anybody who feels guilty that they're taking time away from their family, or the cost of what they are doing, they should not feel guilty, because they are contributing [...] they are teaching what it means to have a dream and to be passionate about something. Nothing of value comes easy.

Anna, I hope I didn't wake

If, if, if. If a frog had wings, he wouldn't bump his ass every time he jumped.

WE'RE ON THE CUTTING EDGE OF REALITY ITSELF. RIGHT WHERE IT TURNS INTO A DREAM