Richard Branson Quotes

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

It’s so real." "Most dreams are. It isn't until you wake up that you see all the plot holes.

For all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.

I can't remember any dreams in my life. There's so much strange in real life that it often seems like a dream.

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

I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.

We wake from one dream into another dream.

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

That’s the nice thing about dreams, the way you wake up before you fall.

Dreams are really boring, but every so often I threw in a doozy.

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.

I think everybody on this planet does that - trying to capture your dream after you wake up.

The most painful thing in life is to wake up from a dream and find no way out. Dreamers are fortunate people. If no way out can be seen, the important thing is not to awaken the sleepers.

Sometimes you wake up from a dream. Sometimes you wake up in a dream. And sometimes, every once in a while, you wake up in someone else's dream.

Though dreams can be deceiving; like faces are to hearts, they serve for sweet relieving, when fantasy and reality lie too far apart.

I've been fascinated by dreams my whole life, since I was a kid, and I think the relationship between movies and dreams is something that's always interested me.

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

She dreams a lot. She dreams of Ondines and falling maidens and houses burning in the night. But search her dreams all you like and you'll never find Prince Charming. No knight on a white horse gallops into her dreams to carry her away. When she dreams of love, she dreams of smashed potatoes.

The dream is real, my friends. The failure to realize it is the only unreality.

But I have been interested in dreams, really since I was a kid. I have always been fascinated by the idea that your mind, when you are asleep, can create a world in a dream and you are perceiving it as though it really existed.

I have very weirdly realistic dreams where it could be real life, except it's not.

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

Dreams should be forgotten when we wake. Or one day we will find ourselves unable to sleep.

Those dreams that on the silent night intrude, and with false flitting shapes our minds delude ... are mere productions of the brain. And fools consult interpreters in vain.

After I went to bed I had a curious fancy as to dreams. In sleep the doors of the mind are shut, and thoughts come jumping in at the windows. They tumble headlong, and therefore are so disorderly and strange. Sometimes they are stout and light on their feet, and then they are rational dreams.