Jenny Han Quotes

I love dreaming!

In sleep, fantasy takes the form of dreams. But in waking life, too, we continue to dream beneath the threshold of consciousness, especially when under the influence of repressed or other unconscious complexes.

I think that in general it is a good plan occasionally to bear in mind the fact that people were in the habit of dreaming before there was such a thing as psychoanalysis.

Dreams are like portraits; and we find they please because they are confessed resemblances.

Nothing is more honest than a dream.

Coleridge wrote, "Dreams are no shadows, but the very substances and calamities of my life.

I love to dream, but I never try to dream and think at the same time.

We all have an edge. We all are floating our psyche on top with a great ocean underneath.

Where there is life there is wishful thinking.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

Sure, best seller. I'd love to knock Stephen King off the top of the list. I know I won't, but, after all, I spend my life inventing a different reality.

Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there.

Dreams take short cuts.

We were always dreaming of how it was going to be.

She had always lived her best life in dreams. She knew no greater pleasure than that moment of passage into the other place, when her limbs grew warm and heavy and the sparkling darkness behind her lids became ordered and doors opened; when conscious thought grew owl's wings and talons and became other than conscious.

If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.

Humans are very good at dreaming, although you'd never know it from your television.

Dreaming is to think by moonlight by the light of an inner moon.

Dreams are more real than reality itself, they're closer to the self.

The pleasure of the true dreamer does not lie in the substance of the dream, but in this: that there things happen without any interference from his side, and altogether outside his control.

In our dreams we are able to fly . . . and that is a remembering of how we were meant to be.

Sleeping we imagine what awake we wish; D ogs dream of bones, and fishermen of fish.

Only because of the striving nature of men has mankind achieved what it has so far. Men are made that way; they are designed to reach out for things which they cannot see with their eyes but can only imagine. A man naturally seeks after his dream, his ideal, while women are more concerned with the here and now rather than the future, intangible realm.

We are all geniuses when we dream.

About what we neither know nor feel precisely while awake-whether we have a good or a bad conscience toward a certain person-our dreams instruct us fully and unambiguously.