Daydreams Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
once-again-those-daydreams-begin
what-do-you-think-i-live-on-rainwater-daydreams-laini-taylor
theories-without-data-are-like-daydreams-jonathan-rottenberg
our-actions-are-all-that-separate-our-daydreams-from-our-goals-roy-h-williams
daydreams-were-dangerous-because-they-made-her-wish-for-things-she-could-never-have
if-you-want-to-find-your-passion-follow-your-daydreams-rob-liano
the-life-i-really-want-to-live-only-exists-in-my-daydreams
and-whisper-sweet-words-in-his-ears-about-daydreams
i-live-within-my-daydreams-nightmares-through-that-i-have-learned-to-create-i-never-cease-from-doing-shannon-a-thompson
meanwhile-mole-goes-on-with-its-subterranean-daydreams-the-dogs-lie-around-like-rugs-charles-wright
i-existed-in-cocoon-wrapped-in-daydreams-its-dangerous-to-be-too-much-alone-with-imagination-rachel-hore
many-our-daydreams-would-darken-into-nightmares-were-there-danger-their-coming-true-logan-pearsall-smith
how-many-our-daydreams-would-darken-into-nightmares-if-there-seemed-any-danger-their-coming-true-logan-pearsall-smith
when-i-played-pool-i-was-like-good-psychiatrist-i-cured-em-all-their-daydreams-delusions-rudolf-wanderone
one-keeps-searching-for-ease-she-did-not-say-not-finding-it-till-memories-nopain-seem-only-like-daydreams-robin-mckinley
writers-want-recognition-audience-some-corroboration-that-all-those-hours-at-desk-in-daydreams-add-up-to-something-in-esteem-others-alison-hawthorne-deming
sweet-crazy-conversations-full-of-half-sentences-daydreams-and-misunderstandings-are-more-thrilling-than-understanding-could-ever-be
we-all-have-our-good-old-days-tucked-away-inside-our-hearts-and-we-return-to-them-in-daydreams-like-cats-to-favorite-armchairs
i-do-not-know-how-old-i-was-when-daydreams-became-more-than-that-i-decided-to-write-them-down-but-by-time-i-entered-high-school-i-was-confident-mildred-d-taylor
its-not-that-i-mind-being-alone-not-really-i-can-distract-myself-with-silly-fantasies-daydreams-for-hours-but-in-end-it-always-comes-back-to-me-thats-what-im-left-with-just-me-an
sweet-crazy-conversations-full-half-sentences-daydreams-misunderstandings-more-thrilling-than-understanding-could-ever-be-toni-morrison
but-i-was-only-chaotic-walker-nobody-could-stop-me-even-totalitarian-state-was-not-able-to-control-my-daydreams-my-poetic-fascinations-pattern-my-walking-adam-zagajewski
before-man-ventures-into-daydreams-about-his-futuristic-society-he-should-first-immerse-himself-in-nothingness-his-being-finally-restore-life-to-what-it-is-all-about-working-hypo
i-strongly-wish-for-what-i-faintly-hope-like-daydreams-melancholy-men-i-think-think-in-things-impossible-yet-love-to-wander-in-that-golden-maze-john-dryden
everything-i-know-see-hear-every-part-my-life-is-transformed-into-dresses-they-are-my-daydreams-but-they-have-passed-from-dreamland-into-world-christian-dior
hollywood-provides-readymade-fantasies-daydreams-problem-is-whether-these-are-productive-nonproductive-whether-audience-is-psychologically-hortense-powdermaker
a-constant-human-error-to-believe-in-end-to-ones-fantasies-our-daydreams-are-measure-our-unreachable-truth-the-secret-all-things-lies-in-emptiness-formula-that-guard-them-florian
dreams-free-us-from-normality-daydreams-especially-take-us-somewhere-between-real-world-dream-world-fennel-hudson
as-daydreams-grew-longer-distinction-between-what-was-real-what-was-imaginary-grew-less-soon-i-existed-in-blissful-world-my-own-creation-fennel-hudson
do-not-look-back-do-not-dream-about-future-it-will-neither-give-you-back-past-nor-satisfy-your-other-daydreams-your-duty-your-reward-your-destiny-dag-hammarskjold
anticipation-in-love-travel-getting-there-is-half-fun-the-lustful-impatience-passionate-daydreams-nervewracking-waiting-lovers-travelers-are-all-alike-when-they-find-themselves-o
in-her-daydreams-they-aged-miraculously-she-still-trim-with-blond-ponytail-standing-next-to-her-strong-tall-husband-with-his-thick-curly-dark-hair-straight-white-teeth-money-was-
if-i-were-not-physicist-i-would-probably-be-musician-i-often-think-in-music-i-live-my-daydreams-in-music-i-see-my-life-in-terms-music-albert-einstein
i-fall-in-love-with-people-and-their-honest-moments-all-the-time-i-fall-in-love-with-their-breakdowns-and-their-smeared-makeup-and-daydreams
if-i-were-not-physicist-i-would-probably-be-musician-i-often-think-in-music-i-live-my-daydreams-in-music-i-see-my-life-in-terms-music-i-get-most-joy-in-life-out-music-albert-eins
Calf-deep in the soothing water I indulge myself in the wishful vision. I am not unaware of what such daydreams signify, dreams of becoming an unthinking savage, of taking the cold road back to the capital, of groping my way out to the ruins in the desert, of returning to the confinement of my cell, of seeking out the barbarians and offering myself to them to use as they wish. Without exception they are dreams of ends: dreams not of how to live but of how to die. And everyone, I know, in that walled town sinking now into darkness (I hear the two thin trumpet calls that announce the closing of the gates) is similarly preoccupied. What has made it impossible for us to live in time like fish in the water, like birds in air, like children? It is the fault of Empire! Empire has created the time of history. Empire has located its existence not in the smooth recurrent spinning time of the cycle of the seasons but in the jagged time of rise and fall, of beginning and end, of catastrophe. Empire dooms itself to live in history and plot against history. One thought alone preoccupies the submerged mind of Empire: how not to end, how not to die, how to prolong its era. By day it pursues its enemies. It is cunning and ruthless, it sends its bloodhounds everywhere. By night it feeds on images of disaster: the sack of cities, the rape of populations, pyramids of bones, acres of desolation. A mad vision yet a virulent one: I, wading in the ooze, am no less infected with it than the faithful Colonel Joll as he tracks the enemies of Empire through the boundless desert, sword unsheathed to cut down barbarian after barbarian until at last he finds and slays the one whose destiny it should be (or if not his then his son's or unborn grandson's) to climb the bronze gateway to the Summer Palace and topple the globe surmounted by the tiger rampant that symbolizes eternal domination, while his comrades below cheer and fire their muskets in the air.

J.M. Coetzee
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