A daydream is a meal at which images are eaten. Some of us are gourmets, some gourmands, and a good many take their images precooked out of a can and swallow them down whole, absent-mindedly and with little relish.
How many of our daydreams would darken into nightmares, were there a danger of their coming true!
~Logan Pearsall Smith, Afterthoughts
He does not need opium. He has the gift of reverie.
To lose one's self in reverie, one must be either very happy, or very unhappy. Reverie is the child of extremes.
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When ideas float in our mind without any reflection or regard of the understanding, it is that which the French call revery, our language has scarce a name for it.
I was trying to daydream, but my mind kept wandering.
All religions will pass, but this will remain: simply sitting in a chair and looking in the distance.
People don't come to church for preachments, of course, but to daydream about God.
~Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
If you've never stared off in the distance, then your life is a shame.
~Adam Duritz, "Mrs. Potter's Lullaby," performed by Counting Crows
Under every full moon, a woolgathering world idles.
Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in reverie.
~Henry David Thoreau
One man's daydreaming is another man's day.
One man's daydreaming is another man's novel.
One man's daydreaming is another man's woman.
Ah, the things we would do if we could - especially in the secure knowledge that we can't.
~Robert Brault, www.robertbrault.com
Tobacco and alcohol, delicious fathers of abiding friendships and fertile reveries.
You get ideas from daydreaming. You get ideas from being bored. You get ideas all the time. The only difference between writers and other people is we notice when we're doing it.
Television is simply automated daydreaming.
I live my daydreams in music.
It is a good idea to be alone in a garden at dawn or dark so that all its shy presence may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought.
Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure.
Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.