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sold into an indentured servitude
Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.
You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream.
We live trapped, between the churned-up and examined past and a future that waits for our work.
Out of the formless the forms appear.
And with that, the future I had imagined, the one just about to be realized, the culmination of decades of striving, evaporated.
Often the object of a desire, when desire is transformed into hope, becomes more real than reality itself.
Dreams are realities in oxygenated form
We are not in a mincing lady's boudoir; we are, as it were, two abstract beings in a balloon, who have met in order to speak out the truth.
I can now recreate life in a way that was hidden from me, before.'A dream of form in days of thought:
The world is cluttered up with unfinished business in the form of projects that might have been successful, if only at the tide point someone's patience had turned to active impatience.
The model is not to be copied, but to be realized.
The dreamers, those who misread the actual state of affairs and act upon their emotions, are often the source of the greatest mistakes in history - the wars that are not thought out, the disasters that are not foreseen
What is assumed to be the materialisation of the inner truth of the self is in fact an idealisation of the material - objectified - traces of consumer choices.
I come out of real life.
Reality is a formless lure, And only when we know this Do we dare to be unreal.
My dream had been shattered, but then re-created, fashioned into something with more meaning and becoming more precious.
Nothing is set in stone. A bird can be refolded into a boat, a fish, a kimono, or any other extravagant vision. At other times it aches to return to its original folds. The paper begins to fray. It tires, rebels.
Realisation is a matter of becoming conscious of that which is already realised.
It appeared to me that there were already too many dreams festering on shelves with a promise return to them someday, and time was too fickle to trust with such a precious progeny as dreams.
What we call the present is given shape by an accumulation of the past.
Every thought has the power to bring into being the visible from the invisible. It is absolutely necessary for us all to understand that everything we think, do or say comes back to us. Every thought, word or action- without exception- manifests itself [in some way] as an actual reality.
disappearing into the rent sky.
Real or not real?
Disclaimer:This is a work of nonfiction, but it is also full of dreams, speculations, and shadows. Many names have been changed.
I have visualised my imagination so clearly and so consistently that it has manifested itself into my reality.
Their dream deferred became my dream referred.
When our desires are fulfilled, we never fail to realize the wealth of imagination and the paucity of reality.
The whole series of my life appeared to me as a dream; I sometimes doubted if indeed it were all true, for it never presented itself to my mind with the force of reality.
am prosperous. I am coming into overflow.
I gather together the dreams, fantasies, experiences that preoccupied me as a girl, that stay with me and appear and reappear in different shapes and forms in all my work. Without telling everything that happened, they document all that remains most vivid.
I have manifested everything I want in the way of physical things. I have a beautiful family and enough abundance to take care of them. I put my attention on manifesting for other people, helping those who are less fortunate.
Unreality cooled reality's burn.
The real nature of the present revealed itself: it was what exists, all that was not present did not exist.
When much is taken, something is returned.
Your thoughts, vividly imagined and repeated, charged with emotion, become your reality.
We all dream things into being; you imagine yourself having a child, and then you have a child. An inventor will think of something in his mind and then make it actual. So things are often passing from the imagined realm into the real world.
Entrepreneur starts with an exaggeration, converts to a dream and then ends it with a vision!
Our imagination and hope become a reality if we have the courage to believe and take action to realize them.
Dreamers conquered the world long ago.
In a world that daily disconnects further from truth, more and more people accept the virtual in place of the real, and all things virtual are also malleable.
The year was 1922, and the Curies had transformed plain earth into something rare and unimagined. A secret of the universe has been revealed, and a restless world dreamed of transformation. [p. 205]
When an object or purpose is clearly held in thought, its precipitation, in tangible and visible form, is merely a question of time. The vision always precedes, and itself determines the realization.
The past has come apart
events are vagueing
the future is inexploitable
See all these buildings, Russell? All these buildings were once a drawing on a piece of paper, and before that they were an idea in someone's head. Any idea that you have, you can make manifest.
Achievement unlocked.
Gone. Vanished. Nothing left. Nothing said.
This had been real: real in its flaws and uncertainties, real in its small triumphs, real in its compromises and understanding.
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What the philosophers have to say about reality is often as disappointing as a sign you see in a shop window, which reads Pressing Done Here. If you brought your clothes in to be pressed, you would be fooled: for the sign is only for sale.
The future is an infinite succession of presents
A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.
You had been a paper boy to me all these years - two dimensions as a character on the page and two different, but still flat, dimensions as a person. But that night you turned out to be real.
It is an immutable law in business that words are words, explanations are explanations, promises are promises-but only performance is reality.
unreality is a condition of life.
Once you are real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always.
Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through.
What you get is no longer what you see.
When you get up in front of a group of people, you make a contract with them; you promise them, "I am going to deliver value X." Every once in a while, you have to say, "See, I remember; I am keeping my promise.
...only the dreamers of a dream are capable of translating their dreams into worthy practical endeavors that are devoid of haunting errors. After all, they are the ones who carefully observed the link between their dreams and reality; they are the ones who worked consciously to blend them into one.
I had a dream. And it came true.
The future is bought with the present.
The more the development of late capitalism renders obsolete or at least suspect the real possibilities of self, self-fulfillment and actualization, the more they are emphasized as if they could spring to life through an act of will alone.
When one of the children of his friend Harvey Firestone boasted that he had some savings in the bank, Ford lectured the child. That money was idle. What the child should do, Ford said, was spend the money on tools. "Make something," he admonished. "Create something.
It was like the moment before you open a present, still hidden inside its box and wrappings; while you're waiting to find out what it is, the eagerness and impatience and curiosity and anticipation grip you in an even stronger, more thrilling way than you feel after you find out what's inside.
A fluid choice, the choice of fantasy, is poured out on the ground and instantly hardens; it has taken its undeniable shape.
My staged work looks so real that people actually take it for documentary. But, in fact, that is my intention, to disguise the manufacturedness of it. Half of my work, or probably more than that, is staged.
This book is written in
a barren period of loss with an attempt to move forward towards substance.
The sitting room is subdued, symmetrical; it's one of the shapes money takes when it freezes. Money has trickled through this room for years and years, as if through an underground cavern, crusting and hardening like stalactites into these forms.
Actuality is a running impoverishment of possibility.
Events, once happened, lose reality, alter with a glance, a storm, a night. In time, the past never happened. But who could know? Who could know that the past is not as solid as this instant ...
Sentences take shape from the words that are stacked on top of one another in the dusty chambers of my mind, waiting to be used--words that now peel off my lips, trembling as they come to life.
Hiresha felt something she struggled to describe. Power and possibility swirled within her, along with a a sense of gasping potential in each moment. When she could a find a name for it, tears beaded her eyes. I am awake.
Action is the means through which the intangible becomes tangible.
One day enough work will have been done. Enough prayers will have been said. Enough confidence will have been formed. One day with effortless certainty your dreams will manifest into physical form; proving dreams really can come true.
To be realistic today is to be visionary. To be realistic is to be starry-eyed.
The dream is the progressive realization of worth vale gol.
My imagination, unbidden, possessed and guided me, gifting the successive images that arose in my mind with a vivdness far beyond the usual bounds of reverie ...
As the years progress and we experience more and more, the mini-narratives that make up our lives are distorted, corrupted, so that every one of us is left with a false history, a self-created fiction about the live we have led. pg 163
I manifested in a dreamlike way to dreamlike beings and gave a dreamlike Dharma, but in reality I never taught and never actually came.
Too much reality can be a dazzle, a surfeit;Too close immediacy an exhaustion
The liquid drops of tears that you have shed
Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl,
Advantaging their loan with interest
Of ten times double gain of happiness.
Only free time, imagination, creativity, and an ability to disappear will help you deliver value that nobody ever delivered before in the history of humankind.
All that was once directly lived has become mere representation.
When riches begin to come they come so quickly, in such great abundance, that one wonders where they have been hiding during all those lean years.
Reality can be mischievous at times, fragile, fleeting; with the potential to change vastly without warning.
The world of finance is a mysterious world in which, incredible as the fact may appear, evaporation precedes liquidation. First the capital evaporates, and then the company goes into liquidation. These are very unnatural physics ...
Has anyone ever told you," I said, "that you coalesce reality?"
"No. They only say that I'm good in the sack."
"They are accurate but limited," I said. "And if you give me their names I'll kill them.
I called the world of phenomena an illusion, I called my eyes and my tongue and accident, valueless phenomena. No, that is all over; I have awakened, I have really awakened and have just been born today.
She came forward, the outlines of her figure blurred in the half-light. She came forward like a film star, or rather like the ideal woman in an adolescent's dream.
Sometimes, the only realists are the dreamers.
For years I thought my work still lay ahead, and now I find it is behind me: there was no moment when it took place.
At some point the future becomes reality. And then it quickly becomes the past.
A new enterprise awaits. It hangs before you like fruit on a tree.
Before, you were only a dream. Now you're a dream come true
As subjects, we all live in suspense, from day to day, from hour to hour; in other words, we are the hero of our own story. We cannot believe that it is finished, that we are 'finished,' even though we may say so; we expect another chapter, another installment, tomorrow or next week.
A completely satisfied person arises after the realization of a long
dreamed goal.
Idealism and realism meet in the actual.
Generally, a desirable, practically attainable idea, suggested in prophecy, has a chance of forcing itself into reality by its very existence.
Meanwhile spring arrived. My old dejection passed away and gave place to the unrest which spring brings with it, full of dreams and vague hopes and desires.