Quotes About Dreams In Sleep

Most popular dreams (during sleep) quotes

In dreams we are true poets.
To Sleep, Perchance to Dream.

sleep

Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact.
What are dreams but an internal wilderness?
Dreams wherein we often see ourselves in masquerade.
Sleep is an eight-hour peep show of infantile erotica.

sleep

Everything one has forgotten cries for help in the dream.
Dreams say what they mean, but they don't say it in daytime language.
Dreams are...illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.
Dreams have always been my friend, full of information, full of warnings.
A dream is always simmering below the conventional surface of speech and reflection.
In bed my real love has always been the sleep that rescued me by allowing me to dream.
It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.

truth

Dreams are but interludes which fancy makes;
When monarch Reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.
But a man who doesn't dream is like a man who doesn't sweat.  He stores up a lot of poison.

sweat

Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives.
In the drowsy dark caves of the mind
dreams build their nest with fragments
dropped from day's caravan.
Few have greater riches than the joy that comes to us in visions, in dreams which no man can take away.
The interpretation of dreams is the royal road to a knowledge of the unconscious activities of the mind.

subconscious

Dreams are the true interpreters of our inclinations; but there is art required to sort and understand them.
I do not know how to distinguish between our waking life and a dream. Are we not always living the life that we imagine we are?

interesting reality

I think a lot of times dreams are nothing more than a kind of mental or spiritual flatulence.  They're a way of relieving pressure.
We often forget our dreams so speedily: if we cannot catch them as they are passing out at the door, we never set eyes on them again.
I think where the dead and the living get together is in the dream time. Australian Aborigines have been trying to tell us this for as long as we would listen.
Dreaming is not merely an act of communication (or coded communication, if you like); it is also an aesthetic activity, a game of the imagination, a game that is a value in itself.
The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens to that primeval cosmic night that was soul long before there was conscious ego and will be soul far beyond what a conscious ego could ever reach.
The dream itself wants nothing; it is a self-evident content, a plain natural fact like the sugar in the blood of a diabetic or the fever in a patient with typhus.  It is only we who, if we are clever and can unriddle the signs of nature, turn it into a warning.
In every human body there is a great well of silent thinking always going on.... There is a deposit of thoughts, of unexpressed emotions....  There is a heavy iron lid clamped over the mouth of the well.  When the lid is safely in place one gets on all right....  Sometimes at night, in dreams, the lid trembles.