Diogenes Quotes

The interpretation of dreams is a great art.

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

The dream is a series of images, which are apparently contradictory and nonsensical, but arise in reality from psychologic material which yields a clear meaning.

Dreams surely are difficult, confusing, and not everything in them is brought to pass for mankind. For fleeting dreams have two gates: one is fashioned of horn and one of ivory. Those which pass through the one of sawn ivory are deceptive, bringing tidings which come to nought, but those which issue from the one of polished horn bring true results when a mortal sees them.

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.

I never remember my dreams.

Dreams say what they mean, but they don't say it in daytime language.

Dreams are not without meaning wherever thay may come from-from fantasy, from the elements, or from other inspiration.

I like 'Donnie Darko;' it's a cool take on dreams and sleep.

Did anyone ever have a boring dream?

Dreams are a scientific fact.

What is dreaming, and what happens, and are there any real benefits to dreaming? Well, to take a step back, I think it's important to note that dreaming essentially is a time when we all become flagrantly psychotic.

There are some dreams that get stuck between your teeth when you sleep, so that when you open your mouth to yawn awake they fly right out of you.

Oh, dreams! In one night, lying with one's eyes shut, one may sometimes live through more than ten years of happiness.

In the end dreams became his life, and his whole life thereafter took a strange turn: one might say he slept while waking and watched while asleep.

Adam was in the dream, too; he traced the tangled pattern of ink with his finger. He said, "Scio quid hoc est." As he traced it further and further down on the bare skin of Ronan's back, Ronan himself disappeared entirely, and the tattoo got smaller and smaller. It was a Celtic knot the size of a wafer, and then Adam, who had become Kavinsky, said "Scio quid estis vos." He put the tattoo in his mouth and swallowed it. Ronan woke with a start, ashamed and euphoric. The euphoria wore off long before the shame did. He was never sleeping again.

Tonight in your dreams you must look at your hands.

They say dreams are the windows of the soul-take a peek and you can see the inner workings, the nuts and bolts.

During the day, memories could be held at bay, but at night, dreams became the devil's own accomplices.

A dream is the key that unlocks the mysteries of the waking world.

Can you understand your own dreams, which arise with mushrooms' rank richness in the night-forests within your skull?

Even my nighttime dreams are very, very rooted in reality. They just start to become surreal, little by little.

In my dreams I sleep with everybody.

Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.

The psychoanalysts pick our dreams as if they were our pockets.