Yet I never sought what is real, yearned for the real, but rather I have yearned for dreams more than solid things. I can say I love the textures of dreams. The way they hover and almost taste. The clouds and darkness that linger behind, mostly unsee...
Gretel in Darkness: This is the world we wanted. All who would have seen us dead are dead. I hear the witch's cry break in the moonlight through a sheet of sugar: God rewards. Her tongue shrivels into gas.... Now, far from women's arms And memory of ...
I tried to find a way to go on. I could see familiar traces of the path that was my life, but there was always the wall behind me. Do you know what I mean? First you try and climb, pretending it never happened, but it's too tall. Then you try to go a...
I have dreamed of that song, of the strange words to that simple rhyme-song, and on several occasions I have understood what she was saying, in my dreams. In those dreams I spoke that language too, the first language, and I had dominion over the natu...
Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody: Potter, you're underage. Which means you still have the trace on you. Harry Potter: What's the trace? Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody: If you sneeze, the Ministry will know who wipes your nose. Point is we'll have to use those means ...
[creates a whole new location out of two mirrors] Cobb: Very impressive. [notices Mal; flashback of himself and Mal on the same bridge] Cobb: I know this bridge. This place is real, isn't it? Ariadne: Yeah, I cross it everyday on the way to the colle...
Geppetto: Oh, Pinocchio! How did you get down here? Pinocchio: I fell down. Geppetto: Oh, you did... Oh! You are talking! Pinocchio: Uh-huh. Geppetto: No! No. no, no! Pinocchio: Yes, and I can move too. Geppetto: No, no, you can't! I'm dreaming in my...
Mr. Strickland: Am I to understand you're still hanging around with Dr. Emmett Brown, McFly? [clicks with his mouth, gives Jennifer a tardy slip] Mr. Strickland: Tardy slip for you, Miss Parker. [gives Marty one, too] Mr. Strickland: And one for you,...
Jesse: You're just like the little girls and everybody else. You wanna live inside some fairy tale. I'm just trying to make things better. I tell you that I love you unconditionally, I tell you that you're beautiful, I tell you that your ass looks gr...
When you compare the sorrows of real life to the pleasures of the imaginary one, you will never want to live again, only to dream forever.
Ah, but is it not the mind that is the real grace of Homo sapiens? All the things to think about! All the things to read and appreciate! All the arts! All the things of the spirit!
But I consoled myself with the reflexion that in spite of everything she was for me the real point of intersection between reality and dream.
Do you think courage means being fearless? Or daring? Courage, real courage, is taking three steps when it terrifies you.
Commitment is a word invented in our abstract modernity to signify the absence of any real motives in the soul for moral dedication.
But the people who mattered were the people you chose instead of the people who were yours by an accident of birth. Real family was heart as much as, if not more than, blood.
We've lost a lot of years, but you can't lose love. Not real love. It stays locked inside you, ready for whenever you are strong enough to find it again.
People think that food cheers you up, that a doughnut cures all ills, but this only works for trivial complaints. When real disaster strikes, food chokes you.
she drew me. But not who I see in the mirror. Nia saw the Oscar i keep hidden. And she put him on paper. Nobody sees the real me.
Without the possibility of error and real indeterminacy implied by the quantum theory, human liberty is meaningless.
I'm not concerned with whether you got to the top. I want to know how far you climbed. That is where the real achievement is found.
...I hope that simple love and truth will be strong in the end. I hope that real love and truth are stronger in the end than any evil or misfortune in the world.
