Dreams Quotes — page 12

They are the only honest hypocrites. Their life is a voluntary dream; a studied madness.

Three times I strove to cling about her Neck, Thrice her in vain my circling Arms entwin'd She like a swift Dream flyes, or nimble Wind.

But, ah! if empty dreams so please, Love give me more such nights as these.

Dreams of the summer night! Tell her, her lover keeps Watch! while in slumbers light She sleeps.

...that very loyalty to the past with its dream of beauty and with its real hardness and hardships. These things save us from what is the greatest peril of our age, the peril of materialism....The struggle against materialism in the hearts …

Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again! For so the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day.

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.

Heroes immers'd in time's dark womb, Ripening for mighty years to come, Break forth, and, to the day display'd, My soft inglorious hours upbraid. Transported with so bright a scheme, My waking life appears a dream.

The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the poet's dream.

But if we think this necessity rather imaginary than real, we should renounce their dreams of society, together with their visions of religion, and vindicate ourselves into perfect liberty.

Action ... is the last resource of those who know not how to dream.

Gradually the village murmur subsided, and we seemed to be embarked on the placid current of our dreams, floating from past to future as silently as one awakes to fresh morning or evening thoughts.

Their dream had left me numb and cold, But yet my spirit rose in pride, Refashioning in burnished gold The images of those who died, Or were shut in the penal cell. Here's to you, Pearse, your dream not mine,

Life moves out of a red flare of dreams Into a common light of common hours, Until old age bring the red flare again.

Who knows the end? What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep, and decay spreads over the tottering cities of men.

O God! Can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?

All this I have seen in the dreams of the night clearer than I can force myself to see them in dreams of the day. So that it would have been nothing new to me the other night to fall into an architectural dream if that were all, and yet I …

What's most worthless about dreams is that everybody has them.

If a man, sitting all alone, cannot dream strange things, and make them look like truth, he need never try to write romances.

As when, upon a tranced summer-night, Those green-rob'd senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust Which comes upon the …

Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams Beside a pumice isle in Baiæ's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's …

Life — give me life until the end, That at the very top of being, The battle-spirit shouting in my blood, Out of the reddest hell of the fight I may be snatched and flung Into the everlasting lull,

In a dream I saw Jesus and My God Pan sitting together in the heart of the forest. They laughed at each other's speech, with the brook that ran near them, and the laughter of Jesus was the merrier. And they conversed long.

Whence comes Solace?—Not from seeing What is doing, suffering, being, Not from noting Life’s conditions, Nor from heeding Time’s monitions; But in cleaving to the Dream, And in gazing at the gleam