Dreams That Seem Real Quotes & Sayings

Her choice ruins the lives of the people she cares most about. Because she picked propriety over passion. Head over heart. — Kody Keplinger

Dreams are funny things"..."Things seem so real when they are happening, only to fade instantly when the brain realizes they are mere images, shadows of the truth, but not part of it. — Christine Fonseca

I'm not confused, baby, you are. — Kristen Ashley

The real price of every thing, what every thing really costs to the man who wants to acquire it, is the toil and trouble of acquiring it. - Adam Smith, The Wealth of Nations, 1776 All our invention and progress seem to result in endowing material forces with intellectual life, and in stultifying human life into a material force. - Karl Marx, speech, 1856 Dreams are not so different from deeds as some may think. All the deeds of men are only dreams at first. And in the end, their deeds dissolve into dreams. - Theodor Herzl, Old New Land, 1902 — Mark Kurlansky

She herself did not seem quite real. She was pale and almost transparent, the victim I used for my own enjoyment in dreams. — Anna Kavan

I find it tricky to make plans. — Isabel Lucas

As a writer, you have to put yourself in service to the character, get behind their eyes by delineating the world where the character develops. You have to listen to the character and see him inside his certain world to know what conclusions he would draw. — Alice McDermott

[ ... ] the responsibility for their wellbeing and for the fundamental meaning they give to their own life must, in adulthood, be theirs. To accept the burden that someone 'can't live without you' is unrealistic. It infantilises that person and overburdens you. p.226 — Stephanie Dowrick

This readiness for great things, and this sense that the world by its importance, wonderfulness, etc., is apt for their production, would seem to be the undifferentiated germ of all the higher faiths. Trust in our own dreams of ambition, or in our country's expansive destinies, and faith in the providence of God, all have their source in that onrush of our sanguine impulses, and in that sense of the exceedingness of the possible over the real. — William James

Inequalities of Fate very curious. Should like, on this account, to believe in Reincarnation. — E.M. Delafield

... we have bad dreams
because our brain is trying to protect us ... If we can figure out a way to beat the imaginary monsters ... Then the real monsters don't seem so scary ... That's why we like reading scary stories. — Dan Poblocki

Reality is painful and imperfect ... That's just the way it is, that's how we distinguish it from dreams. When something seems absolutely lovely we think it can only be a dream, and we pinch ourselves just to be sure we're really not dreaming - if it hurts it's because we're not dreaming. Reality can hurt us, even those moments when it may seem to us to be a dream. You can find everything that exists in the world in books - sometimes truer in colors, and without the real pain of everything that really does exist. Given a choice between life and books, my son, you must choose books — Jose Eduardo Agualusa

And then there are the dreams that feel as authentic as reality itself, that seem to exist just as your own life does. Where the emotions you experience there carry over to when you're awake. They are so real, so genuine, that you begin to question your own sanity. And you know that when the day comes that you finally stop dreaming them, you will never stop remembering. — E.J. Mellow

Being a woman, an actor in Hollywood, I know that there are certain parts I won't often get a chance to do. — Erin Way

Romantic comedies seem to take over where the fairytales of childhood left off, feeding our dreams of a soulmate; though, sadly, the Hollywood endings prove quite elusive in the real world. — Mariella Frostrup

Childhood romances always seem so real, so enduring, when we are separated from the object of our affection. But usually, when we return, we find that our dreams and memories quiet surpassed reality.
-Lady Anne, Whitney's aunt — Judith McNaught

Nights were so real that days began to seem dreamlike to him — Orson Scott Card

To read Wilson.. is to be instructed and amused in the highest sense - that is, to be educated. — James Atlas

Only in fiction are the great evils committed by caricatures of malevolence: Darth Vader, Lord Voldemort, Sauron or the Joker. In real history the great evils are committed by people seeking to restore a romanticised golden age, willing to sacrifice their lives and the lives of others in what they regard as a great and even holy cause. In some cases they see themselves as 'doing God's work'. They 'seem happy'. That is how dreams of utopia turn into nightmares of hell. — Jonathan Sacks

Real things in the darkness seem no realer than dreams. — Murasaki Shikibu

It doesn't matter if a cave has been in darkness for 10,000 years or half an hour, once you light a match it is illuminated. — Paramahansa Yogananda

Dreams, Mrs. Sawyer, are misleading, because they make life seem real. When it loses the support of dreams, life dissolves. — Robert Aickman

Oh, I thought that I was giving him so much!
And he to me - and the giving and the taking
Seemed so right: not in terms of calculation
Of what was good for the persons we had been
But for the new person, us. If I could feel
As I did then, even now it would seem right.
And then I found we were only strangers
And that there had been neither giving nor taking
But that we had merely made use of each other
Each for his purpose. That's horrible. Can we only love
Something created by our own imagination?
Are we all in fact unloving and unlovable?
The one is alone, and if one is alone
Then lover and beloved are equally unreal
And the dreamer is no more real than his dreams. — T. S. Eliot

A spoken language is a body, a living creature, whose physiognomy is verbal and whose visceral functions are linguistic. And this creature's home is the inarticulate as well as the articulate. — John Berger

Yet I never sought what is real, yearned for the real, but rather I have yearned for dreams more than solid things. I can say I love the textures of dreams. The way they hover and almost taste. The clouds and darkness that linger behind, mostly unseen. And the palette of dreams. You can almost taste the colours, they seem as words on the tip of the tongue, unsayable as pomegranate seeds, unsayable as thick cream, the darkness of such a thick cream. This is why I am obsessed with dreams. They know what we cannot. Night after night they try and tell us the impossible. Dreams are secret and closed, and also contain everything, gushing, splayed open. Dream suitcases, carpetbags, hold-alls. They influence us secretly and they draw me to travel to nowhere, to beauty's passage, through halls of mirrors where I know I am not myself, I know I am sublime. — Shawna Lemay

There is always a gap between conception and execution. We keep writing in the burning hope of closing that gap before we die. — Janette Turner Hospital

He said that the only decent German philosopher was Lichtenberg, who was less a philosopher than the ultimate jokester and clown. — Roberto Bolano

You can't be a Red if you're married to a civil servant. — Doris Lessing

Step 1, you find a girl to love. Step 2, she falls in love with you. Step 3, you kiss and hold her tightly. — Eddie Cochran

It was with some surprise that I saw that the person waiting for me at the airport's exit was Adrian. A grin spread over my face, and I picked up the pace. I threw my arms around him, astonishing both of us.
"I have never been happier to see you in my life," I said.
He squeezed me tightly and then let me go, regarding me admiringly. "The dreams never do justice to real life, little dhampir. You look amazing."
"And you look ... " I studied him. He was dressed as nicely as always. His dark brown hair had that crafted messiness he liked, but his face - ah, well. As I'd noted before, Simon had gotten a few good punches on him. One of Adrian's eyes was swollen and ringed with bruises.
Nonetheless, thinking about him and everything he'd done ... Well, none of the flaws mattered.
" ... Gorgeous."
"Liar," he said.
"Couldn't Lissa have healed that black eye away?"
"It's a badge of honor. Makes me seem manly. — Richelle Mead

Time Dreams. They are dreams, like any other dream. They are dreams about space and Time. They are reoccurring. They don't happen all at once, or in any particular order. They are random. They seem real, but so does life. What sense is it that — Tom Stafford

But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most? — Mark Twain