“i had a dream that there were these huge indoor swimming pools called lobbies that poor people used to do mass amounts of laundry”
“The last time she was up here, she had been... staring up at the sky and dreaming of stars. Now, she looked down and plotted flames.”
“To accomplish great things, we must dream as well as act.”
“The ox feels the yoke, but does the bird feel the weight of its wings?”
“Only as high as I reach can I grow Only as far as I seek can I go Only as deep as I look can I see Only as much as I dream can I be”
“Nothing happens unless first a dream.”
“You are never given a dream without also being given the power to make it true. You may have to work for it, however.”
“When I was growing up we didn t have a massive house and there were five women running around, so my dad and I had to stick together!”
“مَنْ كان ذا حلمٍ و طالَ بهِ المَدى، فليحمِهِ/ و ليحمِ أيضاً نفسَهُ مِن حلمِه/ فالحلمُ يكبرُ أشهراً في يومِه/ و يزيدُ دينُ الدهرِ حتى يستَحيل/ فإذا استحالَ ترى ابن آدم راضياً... منْ أي شيءٍ بالقليل”
“In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.”
“I dreamed of you every night. It felt so real. And when I d wake up the next morning, it was like your disappearance was fresh. Like you d left me all over again.”
“But what is a dream, Conor O Malley? the monster said, bending down so it s face was close to Conor s. Who is to say that it is not everything else that is the dream?”
“I want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end, who long for the light so they can hold the ones they love.”
“Nothing else you want to do after all your dreams come true. You ve become numb. You shouldn t have ever stopped dreaming.”
“She snatched at the dream that had comforted her for so long. It was faded and thin, like a letter too often read.”
“One day or one night—between my days and nights, what difference can there be?—I dreamed that there was a grain of sand on the floor of my cell. Unconcerned, I went back to sleep; I dreamed that I woke up and there were two grains of sand. Again I slept; I dreamed that now there were three. Thus the grains of sand multiplied, little by little, until they filled the cell and I was dying beneath that hemisphere of sand. I realized that I was dreaming; with a vast effort I woke myself. But waking up was useless—I was suffocated by the countless sand. Someone said to me: You have wakened not out of sleep, but into a prior dream, and that dream lies within another, and so on, to infinity, which is the number of the grains of sand. The path that you are to take is endless, and you will die before you have truly awakened. I felt lost. The sand crushed my mouth, but I cried out: I cannot be killed by sand that I dream —nor is there any such thing as a dream within a dream. — Jorge Luis Borges, The Writing of the God”
“Myths are public dreams, dreams are private myths. We must be willing to get rid of the life we planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us. I have bought this wonderful machine — a computer ... it seems to me to be an Old Testament god, with a lot of rules and no mercy.”