Quotes About Reverie

Active imagination requires a state of reverie, half-way between sleep and waking.

Through imagination, thanks to the subtleties of the irreality function, we re-enter the world of confidence, the world of the confident being, which is the proper world for reverie.

I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.

his reverie merged discouragingly into the austere reality of the classroom.

Ah ! si la rêverie était toujours possible ! Et si le somnambule, en étendant la main, Ne trouvait pas toujours la nature inflexible Qui lui heurte le front contre un pilier d'airain ! Si l'on pouvait se faire une armure insensible ! Si l'on rassasiait l'amour comme la faim !

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

Dreams have consequences.

There was a time you saw me once, one afternoon, in the dormitories. There was no one else around, and I was playing this tape, this music. I was sort of dancing with my eyes closed and you saw me.' '...yes, I remember that occasion. I still think about it from time to time.' 'That's funny, so do I.

He didn't feel he had the ability to follow her into those reveries or the right to call her back out.

She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no succeeding layer had completely hidden or erased what had been written previously.

She denied herself the luxury and beauty that kill reverie. Love too. Once upon a time love had placed her on earth and kept her there with the grip of a wrestler who is used to pinning huskies to the mat.

Remember me in your dreams, as I will you.

every so often, just to keep

Any one who sits in reverie thus, of course, may see similar ridiculous pictures when the will no longer guides construction. The incongruities of dreams are thus explained.

Je pouvais alors pleurer les yeux ouverts, contemplant ce monde perdu que la force de l'hallucination ressuscitait. Quand on me retrouvait, on me demandait la nature de ce chagrin et je répondais : « C'est la nostalgie. » Bien

One June evening, when the orchards were pink-blossomed again, when the frogs were singing silverly sweet in the marshes about the head of the Lake of Shining Waters, and the air was full of the savor of clover fields and balsamic fir woods, Anne was sitting by her gable window. She had been studying her lessons, but it had grown too dark to see the book, so she had fallen into wide-eyed reverie, looking out past the boughs of the Snow Queen, once more bestarred with its tufts of blossom.

She came out of her reverie with a deep sigh and looked at him with a dreamy gaze of a soul that had been wandering afar, star-led.

Sometimes we need to step away from our current reality in order to truly appreciate it.

Today, I saw a little girl in a little pink dress who couldn't be older than two, and I thought of how nothing could be more fleeting, more precious, more joyous than her not knowing how, running beneath the cherry trees, she was all lightness, all reverie.

I am the lady of the castle. My name is exile. My name is anguish. My name is longing. Far from the world on the windy crests of the mountain, I am kept in absolute seclusion, my time passes in an endless reverie, a perpetual swooning. I am both the Sleeping Beauty and the enchanted castle; the princess drowses in the castle of her flesh.

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds and bowers, Of April, May, of June, and July-flowers...

The priestess of Artemis took hold of her almost with the violence of a lover, and whisked her away into a languid ecstasy of reverie. She communicated her own enthusiasm to the girl, and kept her mind occupied with dreams, faery-fervid, of uncharted seas of glory on which her galleon might sail, undiscovered countries of spice and sweetness, Eldorado and Utopia and the City of God.

Mr. Varg?" There was a slight note of impatience in Dr. Svensson's tone. It was all very well for patients to go off into some reverie of their own, but the whole point of these sessions was to disclose, not conceal, and they should articulate what they were thinking, rather than just think it.

Recalling former years' romances, Recalling love that time enhances, With tenderness, with not a care, Alive, at liberty once more, We drank, in mute intoxication, The breath of the indulgent night! Just as a sleepy convict might Be carried from incarceration Into a greenwood, so were we Borne to our youth by reverie.