When ideas float in our mind, without any reflection or regard of the understanding, it is that which the French call reverie.
The original insight is most likely to come when elements stored in different compartments of the mind drift into the open, jostle one another, and now and then form new combinations.
I'm treading the backward path. Mostly, I just waste my time.
I get in that zone, even if I'm relaxing or whatever, where I just zone out. I don't even hear anybody. You could ask me a question five times, and I don't even hear it.
I think movie making can sometimes make you lazy in your approach. Occasionally you'll be shooting a scene and it's not even your coverage but you'll catch yourself slipping away and you'll see your mind going somewhere else. But you just can't afford to do that on stage.
There were moments when she wasn't talking so much as fading into time, dropping back into some funnelled stretch of recent past.
Our minds have a tendency to wander. To duck and feint and keep us at a slight remove from the moment at hand.
Time seems to me a drift, a shifting of sand. And my mind is shifting with it. I am wearing away.
Reverie is when ideas float in our mind without reflection or regard of the understanding.
Those golden minutes before you are completely awake, when your mind is just drifting, you have no censorship; you are ready to develop any kind of idea. That's when I come up with the best and worst ideas. That is the privilege of being a writer - that you can stay in bed for an hour in the morning and it's work time.
Pools of sorrow waves of joy are drifting thorough my open mind possessing and caressing m
...the meaning of my thoughts started to float away from me, like leaves that fall from a tree into a river, I was the tree, the world was the river.
His mind is so open - so open that ideas simply pass through it.
Remember daydreams? No, of course you don't. How could you? Three new text messages have just arrived, and another three, in a moment, will go out.
Our minds do unusual things sometimes, Tamara. When we’re looking for things it takes it upon itself to go down its own route. All we can do is follow
I'm easily distracted by other things in the world around me.
You see people walking down the street with ear buds on and looking at this or whatever, talking to themselves. So there's more and more opportunity to never be where we actually are and just be.
Walks. The body advances, while the mind flutters around it like a bird.
My mind is often half-sleeping, like in a daydream.
When you lose touch with yourself, you lose yourself in the world.
You'd think that radio was around long enough that someone would have coined a word for staring into space.
Why is the mind incapable of deciding its own subject matter? Why when we desperately want to think of one thing to we invariably think of another?
When you're a creative person, there are just times when you're not listening. You know, I could be looking right at you and thinking about something else.
The mind is a vagrant thing.... Thinking is not analogous to a person working in a laboratory who invents something on company time.
We men of study, whose heads are in our books, have need to be straightly looked after! We dream in our waking moments, and walk in our sleep.
