Richelle Mead Quotes

Every day after I wake up, I think, 'Wait... this can't be real; I'm still going to wake up.'

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

Life and death are nothing but the mind. Years, months, days, and hours are nothing but the mind. Dreams, illusions, and mirages are nothing but the mind. The bubbles of water and the flames of fire are nothing but the mind. The flowers of the spring and the moon of the autumn are nothing but the mind. Confusions and dangers are nothing but the mind.

It is impossible to survive in a prolonged state of reality, at least for human beings. We spend a good part of our lives dreaming, especially when we're awake.

We wake from one dream into another dream.

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

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

Everything is only a dream.

Between living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it.

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

"Well, it's no use your talking about waking him," said Tweedledum, "when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."

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

The world is this incredibly blurry, crazy dream that I'm just sort of stumbling through.

Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream

As in The Lime Twig dream and illusion are right at the center of Charivari.

I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man.

What are you, Rose Hathaway? Are you real? You're a dream within a dream. I'm afraid touching you will make me wake up. You'll disappear.

You’re here,” I continued. “At least you look as if you’re here. But maybe you aren’t. Maybe it’s just your shadow. The real you may be someplace else. Or maybe you already disappeared, a long, long time ago. I reach out my hand to see, but you’ve hidden yourself behind a cloud of probablys. Do you think we can go on like this forever?

There are other relations besides reality, which the mind is capable of grasping and which also are primary, like chance, illusion, the fantastic, the dream.

Is this a vision? Is this a dream? Do I sleep?

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

All life is a dream, and all dreams are dreams.

Sometimes... sometimes I think the Asylum is a head. We're inside a huge head that dreams us all into being. Perhaps it's your head, Batman. Arkham is a looking glass... and we are you.

None of it seems real. Who knows? Maybe it isn’t. Maybe it’s actually happening to someone else. Maybe it’s something I imagined. Maybe soon I’m going to wake up and find everything fixed with Lissa and Dimitri. We’ll all be together, and he’ll be there to smile and hold me and tell me everything ‘s going to be okay. Maybe all of this really has been a dream. But I don’t think so.

I stick my finger into existence.. it smells of nothing. Where am I? Who am I? What is this thing called the world? What does this word mean?