Quotes About Visions

Visions are worth fighting for. Why spend your life making someone else's dreams?

It's been nonstop hallucinations.

When I write, I get glimpses into future novels.

This was all our world was made of: decomposed visions. Not atoms --- bits of dreams.

Fantasies, visions, hallucinations or whatever we call those irrational powers that illuminate our inner life fascinate me. I'm particularly intrigued by the creative intelligence that scripts our dreams. And I love how this dramatic energy finds its way to the page, into the one form that most precisely defines who we are: story.

Sometimes, it is said we are dreamers. Well, the world needs dreamers. Sometimes out of these dreams come visions that materialize into great things.

I grew up in those years when the Old West was passing and the New West was emerging. It was a time when we still heard echoes and already saw shadows, on moonlit nights when the coyotes yapped on the hilltops, and on hot summer afternoons when mirages shimmered, dust devils spun across the flats, and towering cumulus clouds sailed like galleons across the vast blueness of the sky. Echoes of remembrance of what men once did there, and visions of what they would do together.

Zoners, highway planners, legislators, land-use planners, and parks and playground planners—none of whom live in an ideological vacuum—constantly use, as fixed points of reference, these two powerful visions and the more sophisticated merged vision.

Sometimes the best dreams came in the final seconds of sleep.

We were thinking far-out history thoughts at Harvard...believing that it was a time for visions, knowing that America had run out of philosophy, that a new empirical, tangible meta-physics was needed.

The spirit world knows no time or place, nor does the spirit world communicate to us in language. It speaks to us through dreams, visions, signs, symbols, and feelings.

There was a drop of human blood in her, and in her father . . . it brought both of them visions at times, living dreams of the world beyond the wood. Her father had learned to ignore them, for they meant nothing to him. She, still learning words for her own world, did not make such distinctions: Everything was new, everything spoke to her and had a name; she had not yet learned that something could mean nothing.

Eternals I hear your call gladly, Dictate swift winged words, & fear not To unfold your dark visions of torment.

Fiction is an illusion wrought with many small, conventionally symbolic marks, triggering visions in the minds of others

And in the bloodlit dark behind his eyes, silver phosphenes boiled in from the edge of space, hypnagogic images jerking past like a film compiled of random frames. Symbols, figures, faces, a blurred, fragmented mandala of visual information.

He told me that visions of all he needed to write came to him at the oddest moments, forcing him to abandon other activities and write them down.

Reverie allows us to imagine other possibilities than those which lie immediately before us, other worlds than those we inhabit.

Our western philosophy has been the theater of what we may call the "battle for the Soul of the world." … Is it a matter of a battle that has finally been lost, the world having lost its soul, a defeat whose consequences weigh upon our modern visions of the world without compensation? If there has been a defeat, a defeat is still not a refutation.

Dreams seem to have a will of their own.

There are two ways to think about all this. One way is that life is absurd to start with and that only a mad man goes out and tries to change the world, to fight for good and against evil. The other way is that life is indeed absurd to start with and that it can be given meaning only if you live it for your ideals, visions and poetic truths, and despite all the skepticism of all the Sancho Panzas' in the world, saddle up whatever worn out horse you've got and go after those visions.

The cities and mansions that people dream of are those in which they finally live.

The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the hillside.

The material presence of the work only serves as a conveyer launching an invitation to the observer to take part of the comprehensive game of the thousand and one emotions and visions.

Yea, I have dreams. Usually at night when I'm asleep. Why?