Quotes About Dream

You know I love you, right?" The urge to kiss her goodbye was so strong that I almost broke our rules. She smiled, beautiful and golden in the late morning light. "Not as much as I love you." "Oh, man. This is my dream come true: having an 'I love you more' debate. Here, I'll start. I love you more. Your turn." Sydney laughed and opened the door. "I've taken debate classes. You'd lose to my logic.

None of it seems real. Who knows? Maybe it isn't. Maybe it's actually happening to someone else. Maybe it's something I imagined. Maybe soon I'm going to wake up and find everything fixed with Lissa and Dimitri. We'll all be together, and he'll be there to smile and hold me and tell me everything 's going to be okay. Maybe all of this really has been a dream. But I don't think so.

One of the few downsides to being awakened is that we no longer require sleep; therefore we also no longer dream. It's a shame, because if I could dream, I know I'd dream about you.

She didn?t know if she could carry on by herself, but then, she realized that if this wasn?t a dream—and dear God, did it feel real—there was no magic ?stop? in real life. If she couldn?t deal with loneliness in a dream, she never would be able to while waking.

Then it's settled," I said. "We'll do a dream conference call." That love and rapture faltered. "Wait. How is it settled? How did we go from me declaring my love for you to me being okay with a dream?" "It's Adrian Ivashkov logic. Don't try to understand it. Just roll with it.

What's going on?" he asked, looking from face to face. "I was having a good dream." "I need you," said Lisa. "I hear that from women a lot.

Surely I must be a princess in an enchanted sleep. Any day now, this dream-no, nightmare would end, and I'd get my prince and happy ending.

This is it?" I asked. "This is going to keep away an uber-powerful dream entity? It looks like a prop from The Blair Witch Project ." "It can't force her away," he said. "Nothing can. But it might make her think twice. It's more of...a repellent." "Like citronella?" He rolled his eyes. "Yes, like citronella.

I took a deep breath. "Are you free tonight?" There was a long, pregnant pause. "What about the man in the dream?" he finally asked. "There is no man in the dream.

Oh, man. This is my dream come true: having an 'I love you more' debate.

A dream doesn't mean anything. I dreamed the other night that I went riding on a dinosaur.

Are you real? You're a dream within a dream. I'm afraid touching you will make me wake up. You'll disappear.

A Midsummer Night's Dream?" "Of course," said Clarence. "A great piece on love.

He felt like his whole life was balancing on a razor's edge, and the easy thing, the thing he wanted most, was to jump off with her. But no matter how much he tried to ignore it, no matter how much he wanted to forget, the memory of those words spoken in that fateful dream came back to haunt him, as they so always did: You'll know her by a crown of stars and flowers, and then when you take her to your bed and claim her, you will swear your loyalty to me.

What are you, Rose Hathaway? Are you real? You're a dream within a dream. I'm afraid touching you will make me wake up. You'll disappear.

A good plot is like a dream.

This dream is continuing very nice. It has a very dory-hunky ending.

listening intently. He shook his head. 'There is no dream in here

Well, maybe it started that way. As a dream, but doesn't everything? Those buildings. These lights. This whole city. Somebody had to dream about it first. And maybe that is what I did. I dreamed about coming here, but then I did it.

A dream is not needing anything. If it is a good one, it is waiting peaceably for ever until it is released and allowed to do its job. If it is a bad one, it is always fighting to get out.

Obviously, in the new science or new idiocy of lepufulogy we are approaching the area of dream and myth; however, as James Joyce once remarked, since we already spend one third of our lives there, we ought to give that half-world some serious attention.

I dreamed I called D.A.F. de Sade on the phone and asked him, Jesus told me that he and you agree on at least one thing and it explains freedom. What is that one thing? Quite simple, he replied, don't be afraid of the Cross. The fear of death is the beginning of slavery. And the line went dead with a triumphant click like a barred door falling open.

Ever since I am a tiny tot I am a great guy for the shuteye. am a big number in slumber, and you never meet a deeper sleeper. When I am a moppet I sleep in school. After I grow up, I go to sleep on the job. Whenever I get a chance I head for a bed. I hit the hay some nasty blows in my time.

The world and life's too big to pass for a dream