Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

It's hard to dream when you're deep inside of one.

Sometimes we don't know we're dreaming; we can't even fathom that we're asleep.

Those who have compared our life to a dream were right... we were sleeping wake, and waking sleep.

From birth to death man is a long sleep, sometimes dreaming with eyes closed, sometimes dreaming with eyes open, but dreaming all the same, all the time.

We wake from one dream into another dream.

If you're wondering if you're dreaming, you're dreaming.

How can you prove whether at this moment we are sleeping, and all our thoughts are a dream; or whether we are awake, and talking to one another in the waking state?

In the dream state, the only essential difference from waking is the relative absence of sensory input, which makes dreaming a special case of perception without sensory input.

We are asleep. Our Life is a dream. But we wake up sometimes, just enough to know that we are dreaming.

Sometimes I do wake up in the mornings and feel like I've just had the most incredible dream. I've just dreamt my life

During our dreams we do not know we are dreaming. We may even dream of interpreting a dream. Only on waking do we know it was a dream. Only after the great awakening will we realize that this is the great dream.

That is a dream also; only he has remained asleep, while you have awakened; and who knows which of you is the most fortunate?

Dreams feel real while we're in them. It's only when we wake up that we realize something was actually strange.

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

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.

I was ninety-nine point nine percent sure that I was dreaming.

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

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

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.

Much of our waking experience is but a dream in the daylight.

I'm not here now. This isn't happening. You're just visiting a dream of mine.

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

A man, whilst he is dreaming, believes in his dream; he is undeceived only when he is awakened from his slumber.

I have absurdly vivid dreams.

I never remember my dreams.