Sleep And Dream Quotes

Baseball is all I ever wanted. I could eat, sleep, and dream baseball.

Dream is not that which you see while sleeping it is something that does not let you sleep.

Get some sleep and dream of rock and roll.

There is no reason we should expect young children to enter the nocturnal darkness of sleep and dreams without help.

Those who have compared our life to a dream were right... we were sleeping wake, and waking sleep.

For often, when one is asleep, there is something in consciousness which declares that what then presents itself is but a dream.

God, like all highest things, Hides light in shade, And in the night his visitings To sleep and dreams are clearliest made.

Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams.

A dream is a microscope through which we look at the hidden occurrences in our soul.

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

One can write, think and pray exclusively of others; dreams are all egocentric.

Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.

For dhrames always go by conthraries, my dear.

Dreams say what they mean, but they don't say it in daytime language.

Dreams are today's answers to tomorrow's questions.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

Lawyers love paper. They eat, sleep and dream paper. They turn paper into gold, and their files are colorful and their language neoclassical and calli-graphically bewigged.

Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises.

...and then, in dreaming, / The clouds methought would open and show riches / Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked / I cried to dream again.

Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.

Recall the old story of the rather refined young man who preferred sex dreams to visiting brothels because he met a much nicer type of girl that way.

In an old song the Mother sings: 'My sleeping is my dreaming, my dreaming is my thinking, my thinking is my wisdom.' She is the bed we are born in, in which we sleep and dream, where we are healed, love and die. In her wisdom we remember day's broken images and carry them down into dreams where their motions roll into shadows and root, growing into stories.

The best reason for having dreams is that in dreams no reasons are necessary.

We are often too late with our brilliance. We are on time delay. The only instant gratification comes in the form of potato chips. The rest will find us by surprise somewhere down the road maybe as we sleep and dream of other things.

You are right that a man needs light like he needs bread, but a man needs a little darkness, too, if only so that he can sleep, and dream.

Insomnia is a gross feeder. It will nourish itself on any kind of thinking, including thinking about not thinking.

All the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.

We are not only less reasonable and less decent in our dreams... we are also more inteligent, wiser and capable of better judgment when we are asleep than when we are awake.

You're afraid of imagination and even more afraid of dreams. Afraid of the resposibility that begins in dreams. But you have to sleep and dreams are a part of sleep. When you're awake you can suppress imagination but you can't supress dreams.

Lights come and go in the night sky. Men, troubled at last by the things they build, may toss in their sleep and dream bad dreams, or lie awake while the meteors whisper greenly overhead. But nowhere in all space or on a thousand worlds will there be men to share our loneliness.

Man is firmly convinced that he is awake; in reality he is caught in a net of sleep and dreams which he has unconsciously woven himself.

All men whilst they are awake are in one common world: but each of them, when he is asleep, is in a world of his own.

Sleeping is no mean art: for its sake one must stay awake all day.

Its at night, when perhaps we should be dreaming, that the mind is most clear, that we are most able to hold all our life in the palm of our skull. I dont know if anyone has ever pointed out that great attraction of insomnia before, but it is so; the night seems to release a little more of our vast backward inheritance of instincts and feelings; as with the dawn, a little honey is allowed to ooze between the lips of the sandwich, a little of the stuff of dreams to drip into the waking mind.

A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.

A dream is a wish your heart makes, when you're fast asleep.

I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can play together all night.

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.

To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come.

Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives

I am accustomed to sleep and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when awake.