Richard Bach Quotes

dream is the dreamer's own psychical act.

I've always been fascinated by memory and dreams because they are both completely our own. No one else has the same memories. No one has the same dreams.

The mind was dreaming. The world was its dream.

I suppose it is submerged realities that give to dreams their curious air of hyper-reality. But perhaps there is something else as well, something nebulous, gauze-like, through which everything one sees in a dream seems, paradoxically, much clearer. A pond becomes a lake, a breeze becomes a storm, a handful of dust is a desert, a grain of sulphur in the blood is a volcanic inferno. What manner of theater is it, in which we are at once playwright, actor, stage manager, scene painter and audience?

We make our own world by the way in which we think; for we really do live in a world of our own thoughts.

The weirdest thing about a mind is that you can have the most intense things going on in there, but no one else can see them.

Recounting the strange is like telling one's dreams: one can communicate the events of a dream, but not the emotional content, the way that a dream can colour one's entire day.

Every dream that anyone ever has is theirs alone and they never manage to share it. And they never manage to remember it either. Not truly or accurately. Not as it was. Our memories and our vocabularies aren't up to the job.

Man's memory shapes Its own Eden within

In the drowsy dark cave of the mind dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan.

The surgeon knows all the parts of the brain but he does not know his patient's dreams.

Everyone has his own reality in which, if one is not too cautious, timid or frightened, one swims. This is the only reality there is.

In dreams begins responsiblities.

I live in my dreams — that's what you sense. Other people live in dreams, but not in their own. That's the difference.

If what's inside your dreams wasn't already real inside you, you couldn't even dream it.

The big show is inside my head.

The interior life is a real life, and the intangible dreams of people have a tangible effect on the world.

You can get really good reads on your dreams if you think of every character in them as actually being you.

Tonight in your dreams you must look at your hands.

All our interior world is reality, and that, perhaps, more so than our apparent world.

This whole creation is essentially subjective, and the dream is the theater where the dreamer is at once: scene, actor, prompter, stage manager, author, audience, and critic.

The dreamer dreams, and the dreamer within the dream dreams.

You can't erase a dream, you can only wake me up.