Everyone must dream. We dream to give ourselves hope. To stop dreaming – well, that’s like saying you can never change your fate. Isn’t that true?
Every boy dreams of serving in the Kingsguard.
Every book has a soul, the soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and dream about it.
Either one does not dream at all, or one dreams in an interesting manner. One must learn to be awake in the same fashion: — either not at all, or in an interesting manner.
Dreams may be impossible, yet still be dreamed.
Dreams are the touchstones of our characters.
DREAMS ARE THE SEEDLINGS OF REALITY.
Dreams are the bright creatures of poem and legend, who sport on earth in the night season, and melt away in the first beam of the sun, which lights grim care and stern reality on their daily pilgrimage through the world.
Dreams are symbolic in order that they can not be understood; in order that the wish, which is the source of the dream, may remain unknown.
Dreams are often most profound when they seem most crazy.
Dreams are no shadows, but the very substances and calamities of my life.[from Samuel Taylor Coleridge]
Dreaming: – the phantom of self-illusion emanating visions that change every night.
