Dreams Quotes - Page 15

THE Biggest enemy of Truth is known as Facts in our Society

No matter what goals you set to accomplish always remember there is a thing known as Life which you should never forget to live and enjoy

Two powerful factors which creates difference between destroying your relationship and deepening it are EGO and Attitude

TAKE Risk because you never know how absolutely perfect something could turn out to be..

We were hooked when we woke.
We had arms for each other.
But I yearned to resume
My dreams of another.

All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.

Dream big and never give up on those dreams. Who knows where they'll take you?

With that, I took a deep breath and leapt; spreading my arms, pretending I could fly . . .

Real is not Dreams, Dreams are not Real,
Unless you find the fine line...and erase it

Live your dreams, not your fears! A.Hume

You see, I know you, Violet. You've tormented me in my dreams with your body too many times to count. Now you're here in the flesh, with your ripe curves and innocent eyes, an angel hidden in the body of a temptress.

I never had a childhood. Not like the rest of them anyway. I had a starting point from which I have never stopped running.

In my dream I know I am falling. But there is no up or down, no walls or sides or ceilings, just the sensation of cold and darkness everywhere. I am so scared I could scream. But when I open my mouth, nothing happens. And I wonder if you fall forever and never touch down, is it really still falling? I think I will fall forever.

I melted into the dream as if I had always been there. I knew where I had come from; I knew where I was going.

Only happy people have nightmares, from overeating. For those who live a nightmare reality, sleep is a black hole, lost in time, like death.

Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night.

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.

Wild dreams torment me as I lie. And though a god lives in my heart, though all my power waken at his word, though he can move my every inmost part - yet nothing in the outer world is stirred. thus by existence tortured and oppressed I crave for death, I long for rest.

I must confess, I have always wondered what lay beyond life, my dear.
Yeah, everybody wonders. And sooner or later everybody gets to find out.

When the star dies,
Its eye closes; tired of watching,
It flies back to its first bright dream.