Quotes
Quotes about Dream
Love is a beautiful dream.
Ah, the strange, sweet, lonely delight
Of the Valleys of Dream.
? John Bartlett, compYou hail from Dream-land, Dragon-fly?
A stranger hither? So am I,
And (sooth to say) I wonder why
We either of us came!
The hills look over on the South,
And Southward dreams the sea;
And with the sea-breeze hand in hand,
Came innocence and she.
Breathe slumbrous music round me, sweet and slow,
To honied phrases set!
Into the land of dreams I long to go.
Bid me forget!
Life moves out of a red flare of dreams
Into a common light of common hours,
Until old age bring the red flare again.
Yea, howso we dream,
Or how bravely we do;
The end is the same,
Be we traitor or true:
And after the bloom
And the passion is past
Death comes at last.
Enough of dreams! No longer mock
The burdened hearts of men!
Not on the cloud, but on the rock.
By the margin of fair Zurich's waters
Dwelt a youth, whose fond heart, night and day,
For the fairest of fair Zurich's daughters
In a dream of love melted away.
Sparkling and bright in liquid light
Does the wine our goblets gleam in;
With hue as red as the rosy bed
Which a bee would choose to dream in.
Vain hopes are often like the dreams of those who wake.
The question was put to him, what hope is; and his answer was, "The dream of a waking man."
As a dream when one awaketh.
Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions.
The wasteland of his soul had often seen the loneliness of a shattered but unforgotten dream
Dreams are strange. A man can wake sweating in terror. What is that dark country of the mind through which we wander in sleep?
On lonely roads I must proceed, my one companion a dream, a seemly vision only I espy!
Poetry of a surrealistic kind can, as a dream can, free the imagination from the trammels of daily cause and effect
A dream, yes, but for everyone the same. The thought that wove it never dropped a stitch. The absolute was everybody's pitch
I am sure the State secretly dreams of burning books
His own personal tragdy was that he belonged to the dream and collapsed with it
The spring returned to prove winter but a bad dream
You cannot separate ... your dreams from your waking. If you would indulge the one you must suffer the other
A different dream, gentlemen, a dream which, again, outstrips the reality
They were all characters in somebody's dream
