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Meditation and water are wedded for ever.
Do anything rather than give yourself to reverie.
My favorite song is 'Cybele's Reverie' by Stereolab.
Words, in their distant past, have the past of my reveries.
Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure.
Indecision and reveries are the anesthetics of constructive action.
If I were a painter I would paint my reverie If that's the only way for you to be with me
Reverie is when ideas float in our mind without reflection or regard of the understanding.
Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.
One of the best things about paintings is their silence - which prompts reflection and random reverie.
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
Immense power is acquired by assuring yourself in your secret reveries that you were born to control affairs.
To lose one's self in reverie, one must be either very happy, or very unhappy. Reverie is the child of extremes.
Both mind and heart when given up to reveries and dreaminess, have a thousand avenues open for the entrance of evil.
It is a good idea to be alone in a garden at dawn or dark so that all its shy presences may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought.
The reveries of youth, in which so much energy is wasted, are the yearnings of a Spirit made for what it has not found but must forever seek as an Ideal.
I undertake the same project as Montaigne, but with an aim contrary to his own: for he wrote his Essays only for others, and I write my reveries only for myself.
In contemplation and reverie, one thought introduces another perpetually; and it is by similarity, or the hooking of one upon the other, that the process of thinking is carried on.
Any creation of art is conceived and born under influences, amidst the atmosphere of reverie and the most customary volition of the artist. It is there, in any case, that his work arises from.
It was still quiet in the house, and not a sound was heard from outside, either. Were it not for this silence, my reverie would probably have been disrupted by reminders of daily duties, of getting up and going to school.
If I wanted to be Rimbaud, what was I doing in graduate school? Trying to stay out of the army, of course. Graduate study gave me a draft deferment. But I also knew I lacked erudition and polish and was often sunk in forlorn reveries.
Real shapes and real patterns are things you would observe in nature, like the marks on the back of a cobra's hood or the markings on a fish or a lizard. Imaginary shapes are just that, symbols that come to a person in dreams or reveries and are charged with meaning.
Indolence, of course, is an absolutely crucial part of the creative process: you do not find poets sitting in rows in cavernous word factories, staring at screens. They are rather to be found lolling on the sofa or strolling through the groves, nursing their melancholic temperaments and losing themselves in extended reveries.
