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Reverie Quotes

John Locke quote: "Reverie is when ideas float in our mind without reflection or..."
Reverie is when ideas float in our mind without reflection or regard of the understanding. John Locke
Gaston Bachelard quote: "Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour..."
Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul. Gaston Bachelard
Thought is the labour of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure. To replace thought by reverie is to confound poison with nourishment. Victor Hugo
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few. Emily Dickinson
Antoine Rivarol quote: "To lose one's self in reverie, one must be either very happy,..."
To lose one's self in reverie, one must be either very happy, or very unhappy. Reverie is the child of extremes. Antoine Rivarol
Lyric poets are always corrupting the young, making them choke in self-pity and indulge in reverie. Dirty sex and direspect for authority is what they have been whispering into their ears for ages. Charles Simic
Like all who are impassioned, I take blissful delight in losing myself, in fully experiencing the thrill of surrender. And so I often write with no desire to think, in an externalized reverie, letting the words cuddle me like a baby in their arms. They form sentences with no meaning, flowing softly like water I can feel, a forgetful stream whose ripples mingle and undefine, becoming other, still other ripples, and still again other. Thus ideas and images, throbbing with expressiveness,... Fernando Pessoa
Doing a jigsaw was not an intelligence test, or a personality assesment programme; it was a pursuit that lay somewhere between creation and imitation and discovery and reverie. Margaret Drabble
It's important to be heroic, ambitious, productive, efficient, creative, and progressive, but these qualities don't necessarily nurture soul. The soul has different concerns, of equal value: downtime for reflection, conversation, and reverie; beauty that is captivating and pleasuring; relatedness to the environs and to people; and any animal’s rhythm of rest and activity. Thomas Moore
As a child he had often thought of killing himself, but those were sentimental reveries born a wish to punish his father and mother and other enemies. Truman Capote
The first commandment for revery good explorer is that an expedition has two points; the point of departure and the point of arrival. If your intention is to make the second theoretical point -- because the journey is a virtual space that finishes when it finishes, and there are as many means as there are different wats of "finishing." That is to say, the means are endless. Che Guevara
That over these sea pastures, wide rolling watery prairies, and Potters' Fields of all four continents, the waves should rise and fall, and ebb and flow unceasingly; for here, millions of mixed shades and shadows, drowned dreams, somnambulisms, reveries; all that we call lives and souls lie dreaming, dreaming, still; tossing like some slumberers in their beds; the ever rolling waves but made so by the restlessness. Herman Melville
The cost of oblivius daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realigment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse. Her reverie, once rich in plausible details, had become a passing silliness before the hard mass of the actual. It was difficult to come back. Ian Mcewan
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. L. M. Montgomery
Halfpast twelve o’clock came; Turkey began to glow in the face, overturn his inkstand, and become generally obstreperous; Nippers abated down into quietude and courtesy; Ginger Nut munched his noon apple; and Bartleby remained standing at his window in one of his profoundest dead-wall reveries. Herman Melville

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