Jackie Gleason Quotes

Dreaming is an act of pure imagination, attesting in all men a creative power, which if it were available in waking, would make every man a Dante or Shakespeare.

Babies, babies, babies! They're everywhere, aren't they? In our eyes, in our thoughts, in our arms, in our dreams. Sometimes, in our dreams, they are riding alpacas or juggling tacos - but that doesn't mean those dreams are necessarily about babies. Look, I'm not Freud.

Our dreams drench us in sense, and sense steeps us again in dreams.

Dreams have always expanded our understanding of reality by challenging our boundaries of the real, of the possible.

God, our Creator, has stored within our minds and personalities, great potential strength and ability. Prayer helps us tap and develop these powers.

It is one of the blessings of this world that few people see visions and dream dreams.

One of the most adventurous things left us is to go to bed. For no one can lay a hand on our dreams.

In our dreams we are always young.

Yet it is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.

I love dreaming!

You have to be open to dreaming. It's a complicated language, but I'm obsessed with it.

Sometimes my dreams are so deep that I dream that I'm dreaming.

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.

We are all geniuses when we dream.

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.

Writing is only a guided dream.

Our dreams are a second life.

In sleep, fantasy takes the form of dreams. But in waking life, too, we continue to dream beneath the threshold of consciousness, especially when under the influence of repressed or other unconscious complexes.

Dreaming is to think by moonlight by the light of an inner moon.

The pleasure of the true dreamer does not lie in the substance of the dream, but in this: that there things happen without any interference from his side, and altogether outside his control.

Sleeping we imagine what awake we wish; D ogs dream of bones, and fishermen of fish.

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.

Who knows but on their sleep may rise Such light as never heaven let through To lighten earth from Paradise?

My favorite mode of communication is in the world beyond: a dream, to see in a dream. My second favorite is correspondence.

Dreams are like portraits; and we find they please because they are confessed resemblances.