I am accustomed to sleep and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when awake.
Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination when awake?
My parent's divorce and hard times at school, all those things combined to mold me, to make me grow up quicker. And it gave me the drive to pursue my dreams that I wouldn't necessarily have had otherwise.
Even were sleep is concerned, too much is a bad thing.
In bed my real love has always been the sleep that rescued me by allowing me to dream.
Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all.
And you must dare to do as many things as you dream of.
How can you prove whether at this moment we are sleeping, and all our thoughts are a dream; or whether we are awake, and talking to one another in the waking state?
From time immemorial artistic insights have been revealed to artists in their sleep and in dreams, so that at all times they ardently desired them.
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.
Our eyes are holden that we cannot see things that stare us in the face, until the hour arrives when the mind is ripened; then we behold them, and the time when we saw them not is like a dream.
What would an ocean be without a monster lurking in the dark? It would be like sleep without dreams.
I know what it's like to be in one place and dream of another. I also know what it's like to feel that nostalgia is a fairly useless thing because it is stasis.
How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.
We all have possibilities we don't know about. We can do things we don't even dream we can do.
There is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve: the fear of failure.
The world of men is dreaming, it has gone mad in its sleep, and a snake is strangling it, but it can't wake up.
When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.
The nicest thing is to open the newspapers and not to find yourself in them.
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
Yet the stupid believe they are awake, busily and brightly assuming they understand things, calling this man ruler, that one herdsman? How dense! Confucius and you are both dreaming! And when I say you are dreaming, I am dreaming, too.
To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe.
I sleep completely naked to make me believe you are here, but when I wake up it is not the same thing. Most of all, don't deceive me with other women any more.
It's usually the exact same three things which are, the Scripts, the Director and the Role those are the three things I look for and really any two of them, If I get two of them that's usually enough, but definitely those are the things I look for.
One of the things that binds us as a family is a shared sense of humor.