David Small Quotes

Between the dreams of night and day there is not so great a difference.

Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night.

Sleep is your friend. Dreams are your unwelcome guests.

Night has brought to those who sleep, only dreams they can not keep.

Oh, dreams! In one night, lying with one's eyes shut, one may sometimes live through more than ten years of happiness.

During the day, memories could be held at bay, but at night, dreams became the devil's own accomplices.

Don't open that door," she said. "The hallway is full of difficult dreams." And I asked her: "How do you know?" And she told me: "Because I was there a moment ago and I had to come back when I discovered I was sleeping on my heart.

Cities at night, I feel, contain men who cry in their sleep and then say Nothing. It's nothing. Just sad dreams. Or something like that...Swing low in your weep ship, with your tear scans and sob probes, and you would mark them. Women--and they can be wives, lovers, gaunt muses, fat nurses, obsessions, devourers, exes, nemeses--will wake and turn to these men and ask, with female need-to-know, "What is it?" And the men will say, "Nothing. No it isn't anything really. Just sad dreams.

Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.

Dreams aren't memories," he says.

Pictures! Pictures! Pictures! Often, before I learned, did I wonder whence came the multitudes of pictures that thronged my dreams; for they were pictures the like of which I had never seen in real wake-a-day life. They tormented my childhood, making of my dreams a procession of nightmares and a little later convincing me that I was different from my kind, a creature unnatural and accursed.

I love the silent hour of night, for blissful dreams may then arise, revealing to my charmed sight what may not bless my waking eyes.

We dream in our waking moments, and walk in our sleep.

When I sleep I turn into a wolf. Bran turned his face away and looked back out into the night. Do wolves dreams?

Why do we have to listen to our hearts?” the boy asked, when they had made camp that day. “Because, wherever your heart is, that is where you’ll find your treasure.” “But my heart is agitated,” the boy said. “It has its dreams, it gets emotional, and it’s become passionate over a woman of the dessert. It asks things of me, and it keeps me from sleeping many nights when I’m thinking about her.” “Well, that’s good. Your heart is alive. Keep listening to what it has to say.

I wonder how well she sleeps at night, and what kind of dreams she has. I wish I could step into them like she steps into mine.

A dream is a wish your heart makes, when you're fast asleep.

And I guess you judge how well you're doing by how well you sleep at night... and what your dreams are like.

Some of my songs are like dreams, and when you go to sleep at night you don't know if you're gonna have a dream or what you're gonna dream about.

We are more curious about the meaning of dreams than about things we see when awake.

In the end dreams became his life, and his whole life thereafter took a strange turn: one might say he slept while waking and watched while asleep.

At night my mind does not much care if what it thinks is here or there. It tells me stories, it invents and makes up things that don't make sense. I do not know why it does this stuff. The real world seems quite weird enough.

You come into my dreams from a whisper to a scream.

Alone in a world, With millions of souls Walking in circles Trapped in their dreams unhealthy, unclean walking in circles, now do not disturb scream in silence everyone's sleeping