William Shakespeare Quotes

I shall have a beautiful dream tonight. I also wish everyone to have a beautiful dream.

Every thought, every word, and every action that adds to the positive and the wholesome is a contribution to peace. Each and every one of us is capable of making such a contribution. Let us join hands to try to create a peaceful world where we can sleep in security and wake in happiness.

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

If we can sleep without dreaming, it is well that painful dreams are avoided. If, while we sleep, we can have any pleasing dreams, it is as the French say, tant gagne, so much added to the pleasure of life.

Ari smiled. The sun was shining, the weather was great, he was eating ice cream, and all his dreams were about to come true.

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.

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

I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world. I had tremendous hope in me.

Sleep seems to hammer out for me the logical conclusions of my vague days, and offer them to me as dreams.

To sleep perchance to dream

Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you.

Adam was in the dream, too; he traced the tangled pattern of ink with his finger. He said, "Scio quid hoc est." As he traced it further and further down on the bare skin of Ronan's back, Ronan himself disappeared entirely, and the tattoo got smaller and smaller. It was a Celtic knot the size of a wafer, and then Adam, who had become Kavinsky, said "Scio quid estis vos." He put the tattoo in his mouth and swallowed it. Ronan woke with a start, ashamed and euphoric. The euphoria wore off long before the shame did. He was never sleeping again.

Tonight in your dreams you must look at your hands.

So much of what happened to me is good fortune. But I would say: Try to get a job that gives you some time; get your sleep and a little bit of food; and work as much as you can. There's so much enjoyment in doing what you love. Maybe this will open doors, and you'll find a way to do what you love.

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

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

The concept of dreaming is known to the waking mind but to the dreamer there is no waking, no real world, no sanity; there is only the screaming bedlam of sleep.

Life loves the liver of it. You must live and life will be good to you.

There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.

Many students of dreams, from Plato to [Sigmund] Freud, hold that the sleeping person,deprived of contact with the outside world, regresses temporarily to an irrational primitive mental state.

Nothing comes to a sleeper but a dream.

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

In my dreams I sleep with everybody.

Life is a sleep, love is a dream; and you have lived if you have loved.

Dreams are nothing but incoherent ideas, occasioned by partial or imperfect sleep.