“If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that flower in his hand when he awoke - Aye! and what then?”
“Today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope. Look well therefore to this day.”
“The idea of the future, pregnant with an infinity of possibilities, is thus more fruitful than the future itself, and this is why we find more charm in hope than in possession, in dreams than in reality.”
“No one has the power to shatter your dreams unless you give it to them.”
“If you appreciate, perpetuate and explore your own dreams, then you ll know that dream isn t a one-way communication.”
“The only credential the city asked was the boldness to dream. For those who did, it unlocked its gates and its treasures, not caring who they were or where they came from.”
“If you can think it; you can do it!”
“I am not in my gallery and neither do I hold your sigil. Will you speak to me?”
“They danced again, and when the assembly closed, parted, on the lady’s side at least, with a strong inclination for continuing the acquaintance. Whether she thought of him so much while she drank her warm wine and water and prepared herself for bed as to dream of him when there, cannot be ascertained; but I hope it was no more than in a light slumber, or a morning doze at most, for if it be true, as a celebrated writer has maintained, that no young lady can be justified in falling in love before the gentleman’s love is declared, it must be very improper that a young lady should dream of a gentlemen before the gentleman is first known to have dreamed of her.”
“Lead s erasing then vanishing Banished from whatever it is they re drinking and it s cleaned Running from the pitcher as if it s her fantasy”
“Such dreams provide this temporary illusion of a life that has meaning.”
“Viaţa şi visele sunt filele uneia şi aceleiaşi cărţi. Lectura ei coerentă înseamnă viaţa reală. Dar de fiecare dată, după ce s-a-ncheiat ora (ziua) destinată citirii şi a venit vremea repausului, adesea mai răsfoim plictisiţi câte-o carte, deschizând-o la o pagină sau alta, în dezordine şi incoerent; de multe ori este vorba despre o pagină deja citită sau una încă necunoscută, dar e-ntotdeauna din aceeaşi carte. E-adevărat, o filă citită separat n-are nici o legătură cu lectura integrală şi consecventă, însă astfel ea nu este cu mult mai prejos decât aceasta dacă ne gândim că, în ansamblul ei, şi o lectură consecventă începe şi se termină tot pe nepregătite şi, prin urmare, poate fi privită doar ca o singură pagină mai mare.”
“Do you want to achieve something or do you just want to make money?” asked a nearby man in a white shirt to another man in a striped shirt. I waited for the answer as I slowly walked past them. “Why is it an either or question?” the man in the striped shirt finally murmured philosophically under a sip of beer. They both stood there looking at each other in thought.”
“We are but phantoms, and the phantoms of phantoms, desires like cloud-shadows and wills of straw that eddy in the wind; the days pass, use and wont carry us through as a train carries the shadow of its lights - so be it! But one thing is real and certain, one thing is no dream-stuff, but eternal and enduring. It is the centre of my life, and all other things about it are subordinate or altogether vain. I loved her, that woman of a dream. And she and I are dead together!”
“My father always used to tell one of his dreams, because it somehow seemed of a piece with what was to follow. He believed that it was a consequence of the thing s presence in the next room. My father dreamed of blood. It was the vividness of the dreams that was impressive, their minute detail and horrible reality. The blood came through the keyhole of a locked door which communicated with the next room. I suppose the two rooms had originally been designed en suite. It ran down the door panel with a viscous ripple, like the artificial one created in the conduit of Trumpingdon Street. But it was heavy, and smelled. The slow welling of it sopped the carpet and reached the bed. It was warm and sticky. My father woke up with the impression that it was all over his hands. He was rubbing his first two fingers together, trying to rid them of the greasy adhesion where the fingers joined. ( The Troll )”
“Am I considered odd and crazy if I m caught talking to myself in my dreams.”
“To insist that we always prefer reality over delusion is to deny reality and indulge in delusion. Nature’s process of Evolution “wants” its beloved children alive, productive and successful, regardless of what is true or false, reality or dream.”