Marcel Proust Quotes

I suspect that dreams are an integral part of existence, with far more use for us than we've made of them...The fine line between the dream state and reality is at times, for me, quite grey.

If you've ever wondered where your dreams come from when you go to sleep at night, just look around. This is where they are made.

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.

In a dream, we are simply confronted with various loaded symbols, and where one is exhausted, it gives way to another.

For years I wondered why dreams are so often dull when related, and this morning I find the answer, which is very simple - like most answers, you have always known it: No context ... like a stuffed animal set on the floor of a bank.

Whenever someone tells me he dreamed, I wonder if he realizes that he has never done anything but dream.

In the world of dreams, I have chosen my part. To sleep for a season and hear no word Of true love's truth or of light love's art, Only the song of a secret bird.

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.

In our dreams (writes Coleridge) images represent the sensations we think they cause; we do not feel horror because we are threatened by a sphinx; we dream of a sphinx in order to explain the horror we feel.

I think people dream in their own way, dreams are extremely personal, even from person to person. They are completely individual.

I think every one of us dreams, and we know what the quality of a dream is. In many ways, the reason dreams are so - mine are a little bit nightmarish, is that it's when you're really naked and can really face the things you don't face in reality, your darkest anxieties.

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

I never remember my dreams.

I've had this reoccurring dream for the last ten to fifteen years.

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.

I don't know why, but even my nighttime dreams are very, very rooted in reality. They just start to become surreal, little by little. That exact moment when you're about to realize that this might be a dream is my favorite thing.

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

My dream went all the way back to the beginning. The rain rose into the clouds, and the animals descended the ramp.

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

The dreamer and his dream are the same...the powers personified in a dream are these that move the world.

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

As a writer reading, I came to realize the obvious: the subject of the dream is the dreamer.

I think that we can learn so much if we pay attention to our dreams, whether when we are asleep or in waking dreams. There are connections that are absolutely incredible.

Our dreams can teach us, instruct us, confuse us... sometimes I think they look to be considered. And in terms of like, they are an opportunity and I think they most certainly could be utilized to focus, to try and achieve - whether it's looking for someone, or influencing us, or inspiring us.