plaything

I have always been amazed at the way an ordinary observer lends so much more credence and attaches so much more importance to waking events than to those occurring in dreams... Man... is above all the plaything of his memory.

André Breton

sell-buy

If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?

Thomas Lovell Beddoes

pigmentation

Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact.

Djuna Barnes

literature

Every man's memory is his private literature.

Aldous Huxley

felt

He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was whether they were enjoying it.

Douglas Adams

paths

I dreamed a thousand new paths. I woke and walked my old one.

Chinese Proverb

convincing

Any thought that is passed on to the subconscious often enough and convincingly enough is finally accepted.

Robert Collier

embarrasses

The world embarrasses me, and I cannot dream that this watch exists and has no watchmaker.

Voltaire

mask

Life is but a mask worn on the face of death. And is death, then, but another mask? "How many can say," asks the Aztec poet, "that there is, or is not, a truth beyond?"

Joseph Campbell

stardust

It is never easy to keep reaching for dreams. Strength and courage can sometimes be lonely friends. But those who do reach the stars, walk in stardust.

Beli Sullivan

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pregnant

It is said that the present is pregnant with the future.

Voltaire

make it so

Don't be afraid of the space between your dreams and reality. If you can dream it, you make it so.

Belva Davis

hushed

With finger on her solemn lip, Night hushed the shadowy earth.

Margaret Deland

mad

Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight.

Phyllis Diller

need

We need old friends to help us grow old and new friends to help us stay young.

Letty Cottin Pogrebin

habits

Habit converts luxurious enjoyments into dull and daily necessities.

Aldous Huxley

life

Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

Les Miserables

butterfly

I do not know whether I was a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am a butterfly dreaming I am a man.

Chuang-tzu

void

Chance is a word void of sense; nothing can exist without a cause.

Voltaire

suppresses

I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does.

Jorge Luis Borges