Dreams and Imagination

I carry the sun in a golden cup, The moon in a silver bag. 8

The strangest things are there for me, Both things to eat and things to see, And many frightening sights abroad Till morning in the land of Nod.

And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to.

High diddle diddle The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon; The little dog laughed To see such craft And the dish ran away with the spoon.

What happens to a dream deferred? Maybe it just sags Or does it explode?

Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

A damsel with a dulcimer

Such sights as youthful poets dream

And by the vision splendid

Life consists in molting our illusions. We form creeds today only to throw them away tomorrow. The eagle molts a feather because he is growing a better one.

Dreams are the true interpreters of our inclinations; but there is art required to sort and understand them.

“Truth is a matter of the imagination.

There was never yet an uninteresting life. Such a thing is an impossibility. Inside of the dullest exterior there is a drama, a comedy, and a tragedy.

Books are for people who wish they were somewhere else.

Hope is a waking dream.

If you do not expect the unexpected you will not find it, for it is not to be reached by search or trail.

O, I have pass’d a miserable night, So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though ’twere to buy a world of happy days.

All impediments in fancy’s course Are motives of more fancy.

The weird sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about: Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, And thrice again, to make up nine. Peace! The charm’s wound up.

O brave new world, That has such people in’t!

What if earth Be but the shadow of heaven, and things therein Each to other like, more than on earth is thought?

All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.

Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred?