dreaming

I had a dream that I would be successful and happy in life_I woke up running out of breath, because I__e been chasing this dream for quite a while now.

Dreaming's great as long as you wake up now and again

The world__ crawling with stupid, innocent girls, and I__ just one of them, self-consciously chasing after dreams that will never come true.

...said Finn...__nly remember, Clare. In a dream, what you want will come out, one way or the other. ___o . . . So I should be careful about what I want, then, right?___o, you can__ be careful with what you want. Wanting isn__ a pet who stays at your heels; it__ a wild animal. You must become friendly with it. It will make an offer, and you will respond. Converse with what you want that way.___o what should I try to want? What should I look for?___ever look for what you should want and desire, but what you do want and desire. You should know that from your poetry. It is the only way to 'make' true. What you desire will appear, no matter how you try to erase or recolor it.___ll right,_ said Clare. She turned her back on the ocean and the fire, and began to walk toward the dunes.

He was in a strange, badly lit room, wearing even stranger clothes, getting an earful from an unknown woman, in a language that he could and couldn__ exactly place in a very disturbing way.These were not his memories.

If you keep on dreaming, you'll never achieve anything. But if you start hardworking, I know you will do

I had a dream about you the other day. I woke up and realized it was just a dream.

Unless you build castles in the air, how can you make them?

If you're happy in a dream, does that count?

I had a dream about you. I know, I know, I have never met you, but I__ pretty sure I had a dream about you. I had a dream about someone I didn__ know, so it may as well be you.

Perhaps that is what I like about these moments of leisurely insight, that come while lying comfortably in the beautiful in-between state of sleeping and waking, dreaming and doing, in which anything is possible and everything is lovely.

If the Gods give up on you, will you continue?

The prisoner's recurrent, sporadic dreams of escape were simply that - spurious vagaries dismissed almost as quickly as they blossomed in Schkirt's feverish mind.

I don't remember everything that happened, and I'm looking forward to the tale. But I know, I feel, that it was good. Even if I did die. It was a damn excellent dream.

To dream! Such dreams certainly make life more worth living... and only dreams can do that for me.

I have to choose what I detest - either dreaming which my intelligence hates, or action, which my sensibility loathes; either action, for which I wasn't born, or dreaming, for which no one was born. Detesting both, I choose neither; but since I must on occasion either dream or act, I mix the two things together.

to be still in the darkness to celebrate the lack of lightto see beauty where the patterns are stern gray austere still lifesthis is the quest for those who slumber beneath the dreaming treewaiting, waiting, waiting for signs of spring

It's like we are underground, in a cemetery....the sky is the earth...We are hibernating, sleeping all the time and we don't know it. We are dreaming that there is plenty of oxygen.