John Connolly Quotes

How beautiful are dreams! In dreams the dead may live, even the long dead and the very silent.

Heaven was the place where you kept alive the dreams of your memories.

Yes, you have been away a very long time.' 'Oh, centuries and centuries; so long,' she said, 'that I'm sure I'm dead and buried and this dear old place is heaven.

Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace.

In my dreams, I never have an age.

Out my window.. I see everything I dream about and wished I had

Fair as the moon and joyful as the light; Tot wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright; Not as she is, but as she fills his dreams.

Heaven and earth conspire that everything which has been, be rooted and reduced to dust. Only the dreamers, who dream while awake, call back the shadows of the past and braid nets from the unspun thread.

That's what I'm living on now, honey, dreams, dreams of what I used to do.

The course of our lives follows ancient and immutable laws, with an ancient, changeless rhythm. Dreams never come true, and the instant they are shattered, we realize how the greatest joys of life lie beyond the realm of reality. The instant they are shattered we are sick with longing for the days when they flamed within us. Our fate spends itself in this succession of hope and nostalgia.

Why live life from dream to dream, and dread the day when dreaming ends.

Happiness has not to all the same name: to Youth she is known as the Future; Age knows her as the Dream.

Dreams age faster than dreamers.

God, that checkroom of our dreams.

Death was not. I lived in a simple drowse:Hands and hair moved through a dream of wakening blossoms.Rain sweetened the cave and the dove still called;The flowers leaned on themselves, the flowers in hollows;And love, love sang toward.

What sweet, what happy days had I,When dreams made Time Eternity!

I carry the place around the world in my heart but sometimes I try to shake it off in my dreams

When we dwell on the past, we tend to want to live there. When we dream of the future, we want to go there. Our dreams are where God paints a picture of a life waiting to be created.

What power would Hell have if those imprisoned were not able to dream of Heaven?

From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have ranged / In rambling talk with an image of air: / Vague memories, nothing but memories.

In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.

In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted. Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around him with a ray Turned back upon the past? That holy dream- that holy dream, While all the world were chiding, Hath cheered me as a lovely beam A lonely spirit guiding. What though that light, thro' storm and night, So trembled from afar- What could there be more purely bright In Truth's day-star?

Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise. No one compares to you, but there's no you, except in my dreams tonight