He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us.

Go mortals, sweat, pant, toil, range the lands and seas to pile up riches you cannot keep; glory that will not last. The life we lead is a sleep; whatever we do, dreams. Only death breaks the sleep and wakes us from dreaming. I wish I could have woken before this.

We cast away priceless time in dreams, born of imagination, fed upon illusion, and put to death by reality.

We are asleep. Our Life is a dream. But we wake up sometimes, just enough to know that we are dreaming.

Dreams should be forgotten when we wake. Or one day we will find ourselves unable to sleep.

Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

What destroys the dream? What destroys it, eh?..........Disappointment. Disappointment. Disappointment.

When we can't dream any longer we die.

Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.

Life, what is it but a dream?

I do not know how to distinguish between waking life and a dream. Are we not always living the life that we imagine we are?

Life is a nightmare that prevents one from sleeping.

by experiencing our hopes, we lose them. We see that our beautiful visions for a perfect future are not so perfect, that our dreams and aspirations are themselves riddled with unexpected flaws and unforeseen sacrifices. Because the only thing that can ever truly destroy a dream is to have it come true.