Tommy Franks Quotes

"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."

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

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

Who would ever give up the reality of dreams for relative knowledge?

They had dreams but they called them dreams because they were unrelated to reality, they were a distant unknown, an impossibility, they would never come true.

Only the magic and the dream are true — all the rest's a lie.

I am just a dreamer, but you are just a dream

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

Dreams, dreams. I walk them; I live them. I delude myself with them. It's a wonder I can spot reality anymore.

Compared with games, reality is disconnected.

A lie to me is a dream that might come true.

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

Reality is not always probable, or likely.

Where all is but dream, reasoning and arguments are of no use, truth and knowledge nothing.

I don't think I make much of a distinction between the 'real' and the 'fantastic.' They both seem to be threads in the same cloth as far as I'm concerned.

Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?

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.

My pictures are about getting as far away from reality as possible. Dreams should be part of our everyday life.

True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.

Everything is only a dream.

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.

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

The thing we look forward to often comes to pass, but never precisely in the way we have imagined to ourselves.

The world could be anything, you know, It could be a solid state matrix of some sort. It could be an illusion. It could be a dream. I mean it really could be a dream.