Mark Twain Quotes

Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes; When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.

The dreams are the skeleton of all reality.

Our dreams take us into other worlds, alternative realities that help us make sense of day-to-day realities.

Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.

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.

True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

I may be permitted, kind reader, to doubt whether you have ever been enclosed in a glass bottle, unless some vivid dream has teased you with such magical mishaps.

There are other relations besides reality, which the mind is capable of grasping and which also are primary, like chance, illusion, the fantastic, the dream.

How beautiful are dreams! In dreams the dead may live, even the long dead and the very silent.

At first she dreamed of sheep, of going to school, of cats drinking milk. Little by little she dreamed of blue sheep, of going to school in the middle of the woods, of cats drinking milk from golden saucers. And her dreams became increasingly dense and acquired colours that were difficult to dilute into words.

All life is a dream, and all dreams are dreams.

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 feel real while we're in them. It's only when we wake up that we realize something was actually strange.

"Well, it's no use your talking about waking him," said Tweedledum, "when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."

But in a story, which is a kind of dreaming, the dead sometimes smile and sit up and return to the world.

Man alone of animals plays the ape to his dreams .

Listen, in dreams and especially in nightmares, from indigestion or anything, a man sees sometimes such artistic visions, such complex and real actuality, such events, even a whole world of events, woven into such a plot, with such unexpected details from the most exalted matters to the last button on a cuff, as I swear Leo Tolstoy has never invented.

Dreams, you know, are what you wake up from.

Our dreams are a second life.

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

It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.

Just because it's a dream doesn't mean it's a lie.

Surrealism is based on the belief in the omnipotence of dreams, in the undirected play of thought.

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

Even my nighttime dreams are very, very rooted in reality. They just start to become surreal, little by little.