Sara Zarr Quotes

There is a prodigious selfishness in dreams: they live perfectly deaf and invulnerable amid the cries of the real world.

I prefer to live in my own little bubble of my own reality.

I'm somewhat in my own cloud.

I spent a lot of time in my head, but not like caring about what everybody else thought, just literally in my own world.

I'm kind of in my own world.

She’s never where she is,' I said. 'She’s only inside her head.

I think I spend most of my time not living in reality, actually.

My mind is in another planet behind the blocks. Sometimes I'm up in the blocks, and I'm like, 'What am I doing here?' I'm just not trying to think too much.

In my headphones, I led a life of romance and incident and intrigue, none of which had anything to do with the world outside my Walkman.

The man whose whole activity is diverted to inner meditation becomes insensible to all his surroundings. His passions are mere appearances, being sterile. They are dissipated in futile imaginings, producing nothing external to themselves.

My thoughts and I were of another world.

Daydreaming subverts the world.

I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.

I'm a daydreamer.

I live in my head all day long and the world is a little dreamy.

There's a look people get in their eyes when you're talking to them and they're not seeing you, and you know it's because they have a movie running through their head.

In my youth, daydreaming nurtured me, provided a safe haven. I'd sleep for twelve hours and even when awake escape to the safe place in my mind.

Everything else outside me seems far, far away.

I've always kind of lived in my own world.

I lived so completely in my mind - a place of unchecked delusion and complete fantasy!

I'm just a bit of a dreamer, and I get really in my thoughts. I get so deep with myself at times it's almost very scary.

Since the individual's desire to dominate his environment is not a desirable trait in a society which every day grows more and more confining, the average man must take to daydreaming.

Personally I kept my feelings out of it and created a fantasy. That's the process of going through this world being beautiful.

Reverie is the groundwork of creative imagination; it is the privilege of the artist that with him it is not as with other men an escape from reality, but the means by which he accedes to it.

The trouble with you and me, is that we don't live in the real world. We dream of fantastic things that may never happen.