Quotes About Dream

When you go, if you go, And I should want to die, there's nothing I'd be saved by more than the time you fell asleep in my arms in a trust so gentle I let the darkening room drink up the evening, till rest, or the new rain lightly roused you awake. I asked if you heard the rain in your dream and half dreaming still you only said, I love you.

deeds cannot dream what dreams can do —time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough

Even though my father was a radio comedian, it wasn't cool to say, at a young age, 'I want to be a comedian.'

Truly fertile Music, the only kind that will move us, that we shall truly appreciate, will be a Music conducive to Dream, which banishes all reason and analysis. One must not wish first to understand and then to feel. Art does not tolerate Reason.

With the courage of the soul, we don't focus only on self-preservation, security, or safety; in fact, such courage compels us to risk our comfort and safety, and sometimes even our lives, as we act according to our most deeply held values. This kind of valor comes from a higher source and is the necessary ingredient for us to create a different dream.

Unlike longings, hopes, or even concrete goals, these affirmations can manifest in every moment when you hold them in your heart. Then you naturally and easily behave in accordance with your dream, accessing the tremendous power of courage.

Me alimento de música y de agua negra. Soy tu niña calcinada por un sueño implacable.

como sólo puedo amar yo: con una desesperación sin límites, sin esperanza, suicidamente, dementemente, estérilmente. como quien sueña que tiene hambre y se despierta y llora de sed como quien sueña que tiene sed y se despierta y llora de hambre.

Intento establecer una comunicación entre lo que vive en mí sin ser mío y este yo que está escribiendo ahora. En suma, quebrantar el puente que separa el sueño de la acción.

Mi sueño es un sueño sin alternativas y quiero morir al pie de la letra del lugar común que asegura que morir es soñar

Y por qué no me quedé allí y no morir? Era el sueño de la más alta muerte, el sueño de morir haciendo el poema en un espacio ceremonial donde palabras como amor, poesía y libertad eran actos de cuerpo vivo.

ese encuentro es El Poema tal como lo sueño y tal como jamás lo escribiré y tal como nadie lo escribió nunca.

Perhaps if they all remained silent for as long as possible, they'd slip out of this moment into the next one, and then the next one, until all the preceding moments were erased from memory and everything could start all over again. The ultimate American dream: the eternal present, where nothing has ever happened before what is happening now.

The unconscious desire is not the content of the hidden message, it is the active designer of the form that latent thoughts get in a dream. This is why the key in psychoanalysis is not a key to a hidden meaning, but the key that "unlocks" this form itself (makes what has been associated to compose the hidden meaning dissociate). And this is what "the right word" does.

Tra il primo pensiero d'una impresa terribile, e l'esecuzione di essa, (ha detto un barbaro che non era privo d'ingegno) 277 l'intervallo è un sogno, pieno di fantasmi e di paure.

Dream of me, my beloved family, happy in my plundering and adventuring, for when the waves rock me to sleep tonight, I will be dreaming of you.

If I grow up, I'd like to be a bus driver," he told me. If, not when.

And all my former life is seen—a crazy drowsy beautiful and utterly appalling dream.

The strange amber twilight I'd lived with was gone, and in its place was some terrible new brightness. I'd gone from feeling lost in a dream to lost in wakefulness, as if I might never sleep again.

People who have realized that this is a dream imagine that it is easy to wake up, and are angry with those who continue sleeping, not considering that the whole world that environs them does not permit them to wake. Life proceeds as a series of optical illusions, artificial needs and imaginary sensations.

Those oft are stratagems which errors seem,Nor is it Homer nods, but we that dream.

When you compare the sorrows of real life to the pleasures of the imaginary one, you will never want to live again, only to dream forever.

''God, why give Wings for the angels, but feet for people? . ''You were born to dream, you were born to love''. ''Give me wine. Give me bread, Lift me higher! Lift me higher! From this sphere of earthly dross, redeem me from the clay!

Everything said goodbye to us, however, there is something that stays however, there is something that bemoans, the love that does not expect to be loved, the Love that see in death a dream, in the sunset a golden sadness, in the outrage of years a few stray stars of the sky.