Andre Aciman Quotes

Oh, that river of wishes, the slippery crocodile dream of it, how it might have carried my body down through all the glittering sand bars to the sea.

Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too?

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

I’ve been thinking I’d like to be Daisy; I’d like to have someone like Gatsby stare at my house for whole years and never stop dreaming of me

To me you are stardust sprinkled across a night sky, forever in my dreams, but out of my reach.

I close my eyes, then I drift away, into the magic night I softly say. A silent prayer, like dreamers do, then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you.

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

Is this is a dream? O, if it be a dream, Let me sleep on, and do not wake me yet!

Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless.

when you want something so desperately, you shake with the need for it. you tell yourself that you don't need more than one sip, because it's just the taste you crave, and once it's on your tongue you will be able to make it last alifetime. you dream of it at night. you see a thousand mile-high obstacles between where you stand and what you want, and you convince yourself you have the power to hurdle them. you tell yourself this even when, leaping the first block, you wind up bruised and bloodied and flattened.

All I ever wanted Was to know that you were dreaming.

We all dream of things we cannot have.

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

While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I’d take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I’d wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say ‘Will you…’ my answer is ‘Yes’, before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.

...in my dreams the world would come alive, becoming so captivatingly majestic, free and ethereal, that afterwards it would be oppressive to breathe the dust of this painted life.

When you were a wandering desire in the mist, I too was there, a wandering desire. Then we sought one another, and out of our eagerness dreams were born. And dreams were time limitless, and dreams were space without measure.

I stared into her eyes, wide under the thick fringe of lashes, and yearned for sleep. Not for oblivion, as I had before, not to escape boredom, but because I wanted to *dream*. Maybe, if I could be unconscious, if I could dream, I could live for a few hours in a world where she and I could be together. She dreamed of me. I wanted to dream of her.

In my dreams I ate and I ate my dreams.

Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming -- weren't our dreams what gave us strength, hope, and desire?

Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream

Dream, dream, for this is also sooth.

I read and I read; and I was like a medieval king, I had fallen in love with the picture long before I saw the reality.

If I could dream, I know I'd dream about you.I'd dream about the way you smell and how your dark hair feels like silk between my fingers. I'd dream about the smoothness of your skin and the fierceness of your lips when we kiss. Without dreams,I have to be content with my own imagination—which is almost as good. I can picture all those things perfectly.