Dreamers cant be tamed.

A fresh dream-fresh happiness A fresh rush of delicate voluptuous poison What is real life to him To his corrupted eyes we live you and I Nastenka so torpidly slowly insipidly in his eyes we are all so dissatisfied with our fate so exhausted by our life And truly see how at first sight everything is cold morose as though ill-humoured among us. . . . Poor things thinks our dreamer. And it is no wonder that he thinks it Look at these magic phantasms which so enchantingly so whimsically so carelessly and freely group before him in such a magic animated picture in which the most prominent figure in the foreground is of course himself our dreamer in his precious person.

The office is a cemetery of dreams.

You may have the greatest vision plans or goals as you may term it. You can call it Vison 2020 Vision 2045 or whatever. But remember not work is done unless a distance is covered

There goes the girl with the wings they say. The damned dreamer with her eyes shut to the world.There goes the misguided soul with her heart buried in the ground.They taunt. They lie. They lie. THEY LIE.I dont pretend to understand life. THEY LIE.

Listen listen I interrupted her. Forgive me if I tell you something else.... I tell you what I cant help coming here to-morrow I am a dreamer I have so little real life that I look upon such moments as this now as so rare that I cannot help going over such moments again in my dreams. I shall be dreaming of you all night a whole week a whole year. I shall certainly come here to-morrow just here to this place just at the same hour and I shall be happy remembering today. This place is dear to me already. I have already two or three such places in Petersburg. I once shed tears over memories ... like you.... Who knows perhaps you were weeping ten minutes ago over some memory.... But forgive me I have forgotten myself again perhaps you have once been particularly happy here....

Dreams can only be seen with open eyes what you see while you asleep are nightmares.

A dreamer is a gifted man who plucks out his dreams of sparkling stars.

Imagination is the other end of Reality.

Why spend our time searching to feel reality when its the times that dont feel real that we remember forever