Quotes about Dreams

And the dreams so rich in color. How else would death call you? Waking in the cold dawn it all turned to ash instantly. Like certain ancient frescoes entombed for centuries suddenly exposed to the day.

Rich dreams now which he was loathe to wake from. Things no longer known in the world. The cold drove him forth to mend the fire. Memory of her crossing the lawn toward the house in the early morning in a thin rose gown that clung to her breasts. He thought each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party game. Say the words and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not.

Our waking life's desire to shape the world to our convenience invites all manner of paradox and difficulty. All in our custody seethes with an inner restlessness. But in dreams we stand in this great democracy of the possible and there we are right pilgrims indeed. There we go forth to meet what we shall meet.

In the nights in their thousands to dream the dreams of a child's imaginings, worlds rich or fearful such as might offer themselves but never the one to be.

And the dreams so rich in color. How else would death call you?

He thought perhaps if he dreamt of him enough he'd go away forever and be dead among his kind

The more naive your life the more frightening your dreams. Your unconscious will keep trying to wake you.

But have you not met people in your dreams you never saw before? In dreams or out? Sure. And who were they? I dont know. Dream people.

Memories dim with age. There is no repository for our images. The loved ones who visit us in dreams are strangers. To even see aright is effort. We seek some witness but the world will not provide one. This is the third history. It is the history that each man makes alone out of what is left to him. Bits of wreckage. Some bones. The words of the dead. How make a world of this? How live in that world once made?

If we sip the wine, we find dreams coming upon us out of the imminent night.

I dream in my dream all the dreams of the other dreamers, And I become the other dreamers.

Waking up from a dream of violence is much the same as waking up from a dream of love. You must go on living your life.