Margaret Haddix Quotes

a dream is only a memory of the future

In the drowsy dark cave of the mind dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan.

Even my nighttime dreams are very, very rooted in reality. They just start to become surreal, little by little.

I remember a lot of dreams. Sometimes they are hard to distinguish from what has really happened. That is not so terrible. It is the same with books.

But I have been interested in dreams, really since I was a kid. I have always been fascinated by the idea that your mind, when you are asleep, can create a world in a dream and you are perceiving it as though it really existed.

People say dreams aren't a thing that happen, and I'm a believer that they do.

I suspect that dreams are an integral part of existence, with far more use for us than we've made of them...The fine line between the dream state and reality is at times, for me, quite grey.

If you've ever wondered where your dreams come from when you go to sleep at night, just look around. This is where they are made.

Dreams are more real than reality itself, they're closer to the self.

After I went to bed I had a curious fancy as to dreams. In sleep the doors of the mind are shut, and thoughts come jumping in at the windows. They tumble headlong, and therefore are so disorderly and strange. Sometimes they are stout and light on their feet, and then they are rational dreams.

I think that in general it is a good plan occasionally to bear in mind the fact that people were in the habit of dreaming before there was such a thing as psychoanalysis.

The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.

Dreams, you know, are what you wake up from.

Whenever someone tells me he dreamed, I wonder if he realizes that he has never done anything but dream.

Though dreams can be deceiving; like faces are to hearts, they serve for sweet relieving, when fantasy and reality lie too far apart.

Should we be mindful of dreams?" Joseph asked. "Can we interpret them?" The Master looked into his eyes and said tersely: "We should be mindful of everything, for we can interpret everything.

I never remember my dreams.

I don't remember my dreams too much. I hardly have ever gotten ideas from nighttime dreams. But I love daydreaming and dream logic and the way dreams go.

I've always been fascinated by memory and dreams because they are both completely our own. No one else has the same memories. No one has the same dreams.

Our dreams drench us in sense, and sense steeps us again in dreams.

I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts, or my thoughts the result of my dreams.

I have been interested in dreams, really since I was a kid. I have always been fascinated by the idea that your mind, when you are asleep, can create a world in a dream and you are perceiving it as though it really existed.

Dreams are the touchstones of our character.

I can't remember any dreams in my life. There's so much strange in real life that it often seems like a dream.