Quotes about dreaming

Bring me the wine tonight I drink all without dreaming you.

You are so fool worshiping and dreaming her like an angel while another asshole is banging her right now.

Dream hurts yet we never stop dreaming just like the way love hurts but we still love to love

A good dose of fantasy is exercise for your sensibilities it keeps your avatar strong.

I had a dream about you I’ve had multiple dreams about you. If I had to choose between the real you and the dream you then…Goodnight.

The kind of soil in your area determines the type of crop you will plant to harvest The kind of potentials in you will decide the type of success you will celebrate.

I had a dream about you last night... I think I've realized why drive-in theatres are going extinct you can't yell at the guy in front to sit down.

We do not stop dreaming and producing because we grow old we grow old because we stop thinking and imaging. The spirit and mind grow stronger with time.

A New Year is like a new day with fullness of sacred grace to fulfill the God-given dreams.

I used to spend a lot of time dreaming and writing poetry.

Those that dare not to dream big are cowards, for they fear to expose the already great potentials embedded inside of them.

He wasn't an alchemist, or a hero. He was a librarian, and a dreamer. He was a reader, and the unsung expert on a long-lost city no one cared a thing about.

What you are seeing and hearing right now is nothing but a dream. You are dreaming right now in this moment. You are dreaming with the brain awake.

Dreams are an insight into our psychology: they are what we are, but stripped of the conventions and norms of psychology, and the rules of the physical world…

So... are you also chasing butterflies?

The dream was on hold. It wasn't dead.

Dreams are stories made by and for the dreamer, and each dreamer has his own folds to open and knots to untie.

I had a dream about you. It's been a while since I could remember any of my dreams, and still, this one has left me with such strong impression. Even now, when I am fully awake, your face flashes before my eyes. It's a face I can totally relate to, as if it wasn't any more yours than it is mine. Terrifying thing, you know? I can't say I've felt that sort of intimacy with anyone. For a moment you knew all my secrets, without me even having to tell them. For a moment I even knew them myself…While

It’s not like I planned it. I never woke up from some rosy dream and said, “Okay, world, today I’m gonna spaz.

In the absence of sleep, my restless nights have been fueled by my overactive imagination, weaving waking dreams onto the canvas of conception. Filling my head with lots of ideas waiting to be born into reality. I am eager to return to my beautiful mistress, Creation!

Life is a dream. We wake up when we die

It is hard to imagine the things you have never seen.

Dreams are fulfilled at the right.Be patient and wait for the fulfillment of your dreams.

Yet the stupid believe they are awake, busily and brightly assuming they understand things, calling this man ruler, that one herdsman – how dense! Confucius and you are both dreaming! And when I say you are dreaming, I am dreaming, too. Words like these will be labeled the Supreme Swindle.

Strange dreams are better than no dreams at all.

Screw technicolor, red, and foreign languages. I dream in status updates.

Men speak of dreaming as if it were a phenomenon of night and sleep. They should know better. All results achieved by us are self-promised, and all self-promises are made in dreams awake. Dreaming is the relief of labor,the wine that sustains us in act. We learn to love labor, not for itself, but for the opportunity it furnishes for dreaming, which is the great under-monotone of real life, unheard, unnoticed, because of its constancy. Living is dreaming. Only in the graves are there no dreams.

I know you can dream your way through an otherwise fine life, and never wake up, which is what I almost did.

Dreaming is another form of thinking, more concrete, more economical, more visual, and often more emotional than the thoughts of the day, but a thinking through of the day, nevertheless.

When you wake up from a dream you have only a few precious moments before the details of the dream begin to dissipate and the memory fades.Not all dreams are significant or worth remembering.But the ones that are . . . happen again.So, wait for the dream to return. And never be afraid. Instead, consider it an opportunity to learn something profound and possibly wondrous about yourself.

Film as dream, film as music. No art passes our conscience in the way film does, and goes directly to our feelings, deep down into the dark rooms of our souls.

I’ve dreamed a lot. I’m tired now from dreaming but not tired of dreaming. No one tires of dreaming, because to dream is to forget, and forgetting does not weigh on us, it is a dreamless sleep throughout which we remain awake. In dreams I have achieved everything.

Dreams, if they're any good, are always a little bit crazy.

Man is a genius when he is dreaming.

It was impossible, of course. But when did that ever stop any dreamer from dreaming.

It is easy to arrange the words in a story born out of a dream; for a story without a dream, a story itself is not enough.

You can only take too much in pursuit of something you don't really want.

Risk is the clue that our dreams are both real and great.

Sometimes when she woke from a flabbergasting dream Liz would lie very still to see if she could net it before it fled; perfectly still, eyes closed, not moving her head, as if the slightest shift would tip the story-bearing liquid, break its fragile meniscus and spill the night’s elusive catch.

Suffice to say, the dream writer had a way of phrasing things. She could depict the curve of a cucumber, the shape of a sunbeam, the endearing, velvety tilt of a peach, in just such a way that she earned her living selling dreams. One simply made a selection, read it in solitude, and let it percolate till sleep. People swore they fell directly into her renderings, and one even asked if the dream writer could write a dream of dreaming forever. The dream writer could not do this, but she hired dre

Consequences are not the spoiler that kills my dreams. Rather, they are the lessons that enhance my dreaming.

If you believe in yourself and work hard, your dreams will come true

The way to make your dreams come true is to absolutely believe in them.

Never stop dreaming. Never stop listening to the music that is inside of you.

I dream that I run away from home taking the bot I love with me. I dream that I saw the ocean and it was endless and that I could not find the end of it. I dream that I fall asleep in an unquiet room with the boy that loves me and that I dream that I've run away from home taking the boy I love with me. I dream that I saw the ocean and it was endless and I could not find the end of it. I dream that I fall asleep in an unquiet room and that I dream about the life I'm already living.

By night, beloved, tie your heart to mineand let them both in dreams defeat the darkness

Be careful of what you dream and expect in life. You might just get it.

I had a dream that Mark Wahlberg and his wife were our neighbors and we had dance parties in our living room and drank wine from Solo cups. I remember being confused as to why they lived in a regular neighborhood, or why it didn't seem to make anyone awkward that I had Marky's Calvin ads up in the living room.

A Dreamer fails multiple times. A failure fails only once.

Do not stop dreaming because dreams are not real.

When people keep TALKING about you, don't waste time listening to what they say, keep WORKING on what you dream about.

Sometimes it's important to dare to dream - small or big - like Mandela, Gandhi, Winfrey, Obama, Malala and Dr King. From Einstein to Hawking - the skies no limit. From Ali to the Williams sisters - through trials and talent find the champions within. Like my mother did to raise great kids. Like the one or many who run with this. Like the unsung heroes in every city and village. Like the kind of heart and selfless healers. Like every act of kindness you ever did and received. Like the human spir

Emotional awareness is the tether between our Awakened and Dream States. It is the bridge that connects our island in the physical realm to the unexplored Universes that are waiting for us.

Emotion doesn’t arise from the dreams, rather your deepest emotion orchestrates your dream.

Like seeds planted in the depths of our souls, our dreams are at the center of who we really are. Our mission and our right is to nurture them and to allow them to grow. To follow your dreams takes courage, action, persistence, time and patience, but most of all, you must first believe in them. Believing in your dreams means that you trust your aspirations exist for a reason and the reason is your calling. Believing in your dreams means that you hold true that everything is possible and you can

Sleep like you can never be deadDream as if you have a soul inside your head

Many do not see that not to have dreams is far worse than seeing that their dreams do not come true.

Standing on the roof at night, beside the golden shipI look across the city and I dream a wild trip.The waves are high, the wind is strong, the moon is white and full.I smell the salt upon the sea, a strong magnetic pull.I shout into the endless dark, awaiting the reply:'Away! Away' It says: 'Away! Now spread your wings and fly.

In the blackness of the midnight sleep world, immunized from the harsh glare of daytime reality, the active imagination of the soul dances in the mind of a dream weaver. Safely shrouded in the all-encompassing blanket of darkness supplied by nighttime sleep, our secret wishes speak to us by channeling the collective mythology of the primordial mind. During the wee hours of night, right before first light, we summon our personal muse to tell us in operatic fashion what it means to be human. If we

Your dreams are so far outside of your comfort zone, you've convinced yourself you don't dream at all.

A fleeting second on someone's news feed,No dearth of meanings for those who read,Not my stories but 'tis what I think,I say I don't write poems, I just write dreams.

A few simple tips for life: feet on the ground, head to the skies, heart open...quiet mind

Dreams are realities in oxygenated form

The Sun can rise anytime in your dreams. And there night may fall anytime as well.

Are you dreaming? Stop dreaming; come and watch the sunset, it is better than all the dreams!

And I dreamed of a home long ago in New England, my little kitkats trying to go a thousand miles following me on the road across America, and my mother with a pack on her back, and my father running after the ephemeral uncatchable train, and I dreamed and woke up to a gray dawn, saw it, sniffed (because I had seen all the horizon shift as if a sceneshifter had hurried to put it back in place and make me believe in its reality), and went back to sleep, turning over. "It's all the same thing," I h

Reality does not create the entire womb of human life. We have eyes that witness truth and beauty. We are creatures that think, plan, dream, and remember. The lambent luminescence supplied by human memory reveals that we live in a dream world. Human imagination tied to memory tells us how to live today and forevermore.

When you start dreaming, you become just a body because your mind is now somewhere else! A dreaming person is just a mindless body!

Dozens of days, experiences, and encounters have set me on a path I never dreamed possible.

Dreams have a profound way of waking us up.

Dreams fuel human beings imaginative response to existence.

from under the ground, from under the waters,they clutch at us, they clutch at us,we won’t let go.

Every night, we’re all having multiple metaphysical experiences, wholly constructed by our subconscious. Almost one-third of our lives happens inside surreal mental projections we create without trying. A handful of highly specific dreams, such as slowly losing one’s teeth, are experienced unilaterally by unrelated people in unconnected cultures. But these events are so personal and inscrutable that we’ve stopped trying to figure out what they mean.

When we get too comfortable, we stop dreaming.

I know it will not happen in one day. I also know that it is definitely going to happen one day.

Dreams are memories. Memories are dreams. But my time with you hasn’t become a dream just yet. Because the sensation of your kisses keep me from sleep. I’m in love, God help me, I’m in love.

When your dreams get fulfilled in dreams, wouldn’t you rather skip reality?

Ah, sleep, clothe me in thy velvet cloak.

Don't leave the dream, lead your dreams!

Now I'm dreaming, will I ever find you now?I walk in circles but I'll never figure outWhat I mean to you, do I belongI try to fight this but I know I'm not that strongAnd I feel so helpless hereWatch my eyes are filled with fearTell me do you feel the sameHold me in your arms againI need your loveI need your timeWhen everything's wrongYou make it rightI feel so highI come aliveI need to be free with you tonightI need your love

Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do.

All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake up in the day to find it was vanity, but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.

At the age of six I wanted to be a cook. At seven I wanted to be Napoleon. And my ambition has been growing steadily ever since.

Yet mad I am not...and very surely do I not dream.

I had a dream about you. You were on a bike going 70 miles an hour, I could see you approaching my car in the mirror. You were trying to say something so, I jumped on the brakes as hard as I could, I guess I forgot I had tied your bike on my bumper.

Everything has taken on a strange, distant quality - the sounds of running and shouting outside get warped and weird like they're being filtered through water, and Alex looks miles away. I start to think I might be dreaming, or about to pass

That thing you thought you'd doYou start to think you can't;You always say tomorrow,But you haven't got a plan.Everyone's asking questions,And all you do is dodge.That career that you'd imaginedWas only a mirage.The older that you get,The smaller that you feel;You forget what's only in your head,And what is really real.Sometimes people make it;They become who they meant to be.But most of the time,Dreamers only dream.

It's making me so sad that you are unreachable. My desire for your touch, and your lips. It's breaking me inside. I'm so scared you are the only one i will ever love. I'm so scared because I know there is no other you.

I sometimes find myself sitting here not watching an uninteresting movie and contemplating the future. I don't always know what to do, but I have faith that I'll figure it out somehow.

The best way to be appreciative for your life is to live it; don't die for any other reason but love. Dreams are what guide us, art is what defines us, math is makes it all possible, and love is what lights our way.

A tired man lay down his headin a dusty room so dim,and for so long his wife did shakeand yell to waken him.Meanwhile his thoughts, his dreams, did stirof sandy, red bullfights,of powder-blasts in the airand carnival delights.Yet still his wife was in despairin a dusty room so dim,for she knew death was a whorenot far from tempting him.

Whatever you dream of is a possibility.

I had a dream about you last night. We watched pornography together, but purely for the storyline.

I didn't dream about you last night. I woke up in fear.

I had a dream about you last night. We stopped telling each other about our dreams when we realized we were still inside them.

I had a dream about you last night... you were there.