Quotes About Reverie

Walking along the street with a firm, rapid step, at this point in his reverie he was startled by some one who had crossed without his notice, and who said to him in a rough, familiar voice:

The past of the soul is so distant! The soul does not live on the edge of time. It finds its rest in the universe imagined by reverie.

I wanted to tell her that sometimes, in my long sleep, I dreamt of her

Reverie by the open window in the sweet futility of a mild evening was yet to strike the Australian male as a requirement. (There would be the question of fly screens, for one thing.)

What I liked about American movies when I was a kid was that they're sort of larger than life and I think I'm still suffering from that reaction.

I like to spend time in the past, with the things that have been important to me.

Preserve, within a wild sanctuary, an inaccessible valley of reveries.

A Drunkard cannot meet a CorkWithout a Revery—And so encountering a FlyThis January DayJamaicas of Remembrance stirThat send me reeling in.

These words struck the vicar a blow, which he felt the more because his late reverie had made him completely happy.

When I'm dead worn out, in a reverie, I often think that when it comes time to die, I want to breathe my last in a kitchen. Whether it's cold and I'm all alone, or somebody's there and it's warm, I'll stare death fearlessly in the eye. If it's a kitchen, I'll think, 'How good.

E penso a te che mi hai ascoltato. E mi hai reso diverso, nei mille pezzi di specchio, perchè sarò diverso ogni volta che mi rileggerai, e diverso per ognuno che mi leggerò, svogliato o rapito.

By the way, I adore my bedroom, but do you think I could have the curtains washed? I believe they are red; and I should so like to make sure.' Judith had sunk into a reverie. 'Curtains?' she asked, vacantly, lifting her magnificent head. 'Child, child, it is many years since such trifles broke across the web of my solitude'.

I think I, and the audience, would enjoy a kissing scene with me and Rihanna. That would've been cool for me to see, rehearse, practice, and all that. Me and Rihanna.

I like to spend time in the past, with the things that have been important to me.

unguarded moment she pictured herself waltzing with Viscount Whitleaf

My imagination, unbidden, possessed and guided me, gifting the successive images that arose in my mind with a vivdness far beyond the usual bounds of reverie....

I was back on the scented hillside with the moon coming out above the ruins of the temple where nothing remains now of the Goddess but her night-owls brooding. So

He realized that he was thinking of his past, as if certain days of it were spread before him, demanding to be seen again.

The doorbell rings, and eager as I might be to continue my fond reverie of bad hair bands, pulverized birds, and my insensitive father, I clear my head and run downstairs to open the door.

For many years, Tass's life was like an echo.

If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I'll bet they'd live a lot differently.

Remembering the ball became for Emma a daily occupation. Every time Wednesday came round, she told herself when she woke up: 'Ah! One week ago...two weeks ago...three weeks ago, I was there!' And, little by little, in her memory, the faces all blurred together; she forgot the tunes of the quadrilles; no longer could she so clearly picture the liveries and the rooms; some details disappeared, but the yearning remained.

The next day was, for Emma, a dismal one. Everything seemed enveloped in a black atmosphere that hovered indistinctly over the exterior of things, and sorrow rushed into her soul, moaning softly like the winter wind in abandoned manor houses. It was the sort of reverie you sink into over something that will never return again, the lassitude that overcomes you with each thing that is finished, the pain you suffer when any habitual motion is stopped, when a prolonged vibration abruptly ceases.

It was that reverie which we give to things that will not return, the lassitude that seizes you after everything was done; that pain, in fine, that the interruption of every wonted movement, the sudden cessation of any prolonged vibration, brings on.