Quotes About Reverie

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Thought is the work of the intellect, reverie is its self-indulgence. To substitute day-dreaming for thought is to confuse a poison with a source of nourishment.

Sonetul c?tre Wer Preatrista mea numit? Wer Numai vederea te mai strânge. ?i-ai pus cuvântul meu cercel Dar to?i î?i mai vorbesc prin sânge! Ai tras prin tine un alt cer S? fiu un plâns f?r? ureche Prin? invizibil ?i stingher Vagabondând o lume veche. Preatrista mea numit? Wer Un vagabond singur e-un rege! (Prin reverii se arat? R sim?ind în cifra ? o lege!) Însingurat de-a nu fi cer Nu poate via?a-mi s? te nege.

Sonet c?tre Wer Preatrista mea numit? Wer Numai vederea te mai strânge. ?i-ai pus cuvântul meu cercel Dar to?i î?i mai vorbesc: prin sânge! Ai tras pe tine un alt cer S? fiu un plâns f?r? ureche Prin? invizibil ?i stingher Vagabondând o lume veche. (Prin reverii se arat? R sim?ind în cifra ? o lege!) Însingurat de-a nu fi cer Nu poate via?a-mi s? te nege. Preatrista mea numit? Wer Un vagabond singur e-un rege!

Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure.

Thought is the labour of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure.

Some of the best things I have ever thought of I have thought of during bad sermons.

How much of our lives is spent in reverie, in wishing for what cannot be, in regretting what might have been avoided. These obsessions steal from us the moments of the now.

When no one else is around, we open ourselves to the quieter astonishments that enormity can offer.

She could stand to think that life's experiences, good and bad, died with the body, but she couldn't bear to believe that the dreams vanished too, those exquisite flights of reverie that never actually happened. All those experiences you can have for free. How could they burn and turn to ash? She would disappear one day, too, both her flesh and the woman she dreamed herself to be.

Some things are just to be admired from afar and not to be run after.

The wandering earth herself may be Only a sudden flaming word, In clanging space a moment heard, Troubling the endless reverie. -from "The Song of the Happy Shepherd

The wandering earth herself may be Only a sudden flaming word, In clanging space a moment heard, Troubling the endless reverie.

The lock in the heart that shatters A thread of silk A thread of lead A thread of blood After these waves of silence

Ma è difficile di trattenere il proprio pensiero dall'occuparsi di un argomento che troppo c'importa. L'uomo sarebbe un animale più fortunato se sapesse farlo.

En zij dacht aan hem zoals iemand na het onweer aan de bloempotten denkt, die buiten op de vensterbank stonden.

For you, I always have an admiration. We lost touch but you never left my imagination.

I could feel myself lapsing into my smallest self, all the vainglorious ideas around me shrunk into personal reverie because what am I in this place but someone in need of self-defense. •

She was a living reverie for me: the mere sight of her sparked an almost infinite range of fantasy, from Greek to Gothic, from vulgar to divine.

Tobacco and alcohol, delicious fathers of abiding friendships and fertile reveries.

Ora o desenho animado, si nos convence e nos ilumina tanto, deve ser também porque ele nos reverte a esse infantilismo profundo e inamovível que persevera em nós, apesar de toda a nossa adulta materialidade. Ele arromba o limite existencial das coisas e nos coloca num mundo de milagre. Num mundo fantasmagórico, mais exatamente que fantasmal.

Those nostalgic for the region's good old days are not remembering; they're daydreaming.

Reverie is when ideas float in our mind without reflection or regard of the understanding.

Potom zamru svi zvuci, svjetla se zamra?e, a njegove o?i sklope, i njemu se u?ini kao da po?inje neki film...