J. K. Rowling Quotes

At first she dreamed of sheep, of going to school, of cats drinking milk. Little by little she dreamed of blue sheep, of going to school in the middle of the woods, of cats drinking milk from golden saucers. And her dreams became increasingly dense and acquired colours that were difficult to dilute into words.

For once you are going to hear a dream, a dream that I have made sound... I dreamed all this; never could my poor head have invented such a thing.

Objects seen in dreams should be manufactured and put on sale.

She had always lived her best life in dreams. She knew no greater pleasure than that moment of passage into the other place, when her limbs grew warm and heavy and the sparkling darkness behind her lids became ordered and doors opened; when conscious thought grew owl's wings and talons and became other than conscious.

As to the thoughts, they are elfish. Those eyes in the Evening Star you must have seen in a dream.

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

You perceive, now, that these things are all impossible except in a dream. You perceive that they are pure and puerile insanities, the silly creations of an imagination that is not conscious of its freaks - in a word, that they are a dream, and you the maker of it. The dream-marks are all present; you should have recognized them earlier.

There are some dreams that get stuck between your teeth when you sleep, so that when you open your mouth to yawn awake they fly right out of you.

I have a reoccurring dream that I'm in the ocean in New Zealand and everything is completely upside down, because it's on the other side of the planet.

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.

But in a story, which is a kind of dreaming, the dead sometimes smile and sit up and return to the world.

I dream a dream that dreams back at me.

Our dreams are a second life.

I had a dream, which was not at all a dream.

To sleep perchance to dream

Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes; When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.

A word only writes its night and rides its dream.

Surrealism is based on the belief in the omnipotence of dreams, in the undirected play of thought.

Coleridge wrote, "Dreams are no shadows, but the very substances and calamities of my life.

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

I dreamed I was buying new shoes last night," said Ron. "What d'ya think that's gonna mean?" "Probably that you're going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something," said Harry.

Our dreams take us into other worlds, alternative realities that help us make sense of day-to-day realities.

A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.

You eat, in dreams, the custard of the day.

If this be to have sense, if to be awake Be but to see this bright, great sleep of things, For the rarer potion mine own dreams I'll take And for truth commune with imaginings