I love the silent hour of night, for blissful dreams may then arise, revealing to my charmed sight what may not bless my waking eyes.
A dream is a microscope through which we look at the hidden occurrences in our soul.
Night is longer than day for those who dream & day is longer than night for those who make their dreams comes true.
Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives
A dream is a wish your heart makes, when you're fast asleep.
Cherish your visions and your dreams, as they are the children of your soul; the blueprints of your ultimate achievements.
All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.
The world is for those who make their dreams come true.
I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.
I was walking along and this chair came flying past me, and another, and another, and I thought, man, is this gonna be a good night.
If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
Sleeping is no mean art: for its sake one must stay awake all day.
I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can play together all night.
In the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush supposed a bear!
But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd
Than that which withering on the virgin thorn
Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.
A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing.
I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows.
Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear!
The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
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