All your life an unattainable ecstasy has hovered just beyond the grasp of your consciousness. The day is coming when you will wake to find, beyond all hope, that you have attained it, or else, that it was within your reach and you have lost it forever.

It's overwhelming. I feel as if I am living in an illusion a dream where all things are possible. Amazing things do happen I know but always to someone else always in some far off place and time.

We're forever teetering on the brink of the unknowable, and trying to understand what can't be understood.

Dream of the impossible: dream of surpassing yourself, dream of nirvana, dream of <i>moksha</i>, dream of the kingdom of God. Only then will you start working and moving towards it, and only then with that dream, will your feet have the quality of dance.

We all dream of things we cannot have.

It is a longing so intense that it creates what it desires, it cannot endure any touch of correction; it is, as I say, unspeakable.

I want so much that is not here and do not know
where to go.

I hope that I may always desire more than I can accomplish.

Why do I always think and dream the most awful things and want to scream in terror?

But I'm always dreaming, even when I'm awake; it is never finished.

From my heart comes out and dances the image of my own desire. The gleaming vision flits on. I try to clasp it firmly, it eludes me and leads me astray. I seek what I cannot get, I get what I do not seek.

I seemed to be upon the verge of comprehension, without the power to comprehend as men, at time, find themselves upon the brink of rememberance, without being able, in the end, to remember.

It’s all over everywhere. I don’t know what I could call it. It’s like I can’t get enough outside it to call it anything. It’s like horror more than sadness. It’s more like horror. It’s like something horrible is about to happen, the most horrible thing you can imagine — no, worse than you can imagine because there’s the feeling that there’s something you have to do right away to stop it but you don’t know what it is you have to do, and then it’s happening, too, the whole horrible time, it’s about to happen and also it’s happening, all at the same time.’
I fear this feeling more than I fear anything, man. More than pain, or my mom dying, or environmental toxicity. Anything.

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.