Lyall Watson Quotes

The thing is to appreciate the fragile wonder of it all, down to the last breath, down to the dying embers of consciousness.

Life is but a moment, death also is but another.

His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep.

Everything is only a dream.

Life and death are nothing but the mind. Years, months, days, and hours are nothing but the mind. Dreams, illusions, and mirages are nothing but the mind. The bubbles of water and the flames of fire are nothing but the mind. The flowers of the spring and the moon of the autumn are nothing but the mind. Confusions and dangers are nothing but the mind.

For this I see, that we, all we that live, Are but vain shadows, unsubstantial dreams.

The light of memory, or rather the light that memory lends to things, is the palest light of all. I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my life or dreamed it. Just as dreams do, memory makes me profoundly aware of the unreality, the evanescence of the world, a fleeting image in the moving water.

I dreamed I was a single moment in a single day. A note struck and vanished. A sounding. A reckoning. Gone.

What is life if not the shadow of a fleeting dream?

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

Impermanence is very important, crucial for life. That is why instead of complaining about impermanence you have to say "Long live impermanence!"

Life is a dream from which we all must wake before we can dream again.

Life is like an eternal dance. The movements of the dance are choreographed through your awareness.

The Bourne Underneath the growing grass, Underneath the living flowers, Deeper than the sound of showers: There we shall not count the hours By the shadows as they pass. Youth and health will be but vain, Beauty reckoned of no worth: There a very little girth Can hold round what once the earth Seemed too narrow to contain.

All suffering goes just as it came. So it is with the glories and tragedies of the world.

Life... It's a great and terrible and short and endless thing. None of us come out of it alive.

It is said an Eastern monarch once charged his wise men to invent him a sentence to be ever in view, and which should be true and appropriate in all times and situations. They presented him the words, "And this too, shall pass away." How much it expresses! How chastening in the hour of pride! How consoling in the depths of affliction!

I was sand, I was snow—written on, rewritten, smoothed over.

Is Life itself a dream, I wonder?

Nothing lasts forever, not even the best machines. And everything can be reused. - Hephaestus

Consciousness is the grave of things, the place where they cease to exist, beyond which they end. And when they have ended, it seems that they no longer have any essential existence except in the visions in me.

I'll only live 'til I die

Nothing is more creative than death, since it has the whole secret of life. It means that the past must be abandoned, that the unknown cannot be avoided, that 'I' cannot continue, and that nothing can be ultimately fixed. When a man knows this, he lives for the first time in his life. By holding his breath, he loses it. By letting go he finds it.