A Quote by Frederick Lenz

On waking from the dream, we see that birth and death, the sense of self, other - all of these things fade away. — © Frederick Lenz
On waking from the dream, we see that birth and death, the sense of self, other - all of these things fade away.
The dream didn't fade as dreams usually do upon waking.
A miserable, self-destructive, death rocker...better to burn out than to fade away.
Life goes on, end of tunnel, TV set Spot in the middle Static fade, statistic bit And soon I fade away, fade away
When one begins the transformative process, death and birth are imminent: the death of custom as authority, the birth of the self.
I started acting when I was 5 years old. And I was pretty well known for a while. Your self-esteem and your identity start to become wrapped up in that celebrity, and when that starts to fade away, your self-esteem and your identity start to fade away with it.
Birth leads to death, death precedes birth. So if you want to see life as it really is, it is rounded on both the sides by death. Death is the beginning and death is again the end, and life is just the illusion in between. You feel alive between two deaths; the passage joining one death to another you call life. Buddha says this is not life. This life is dukkha - misery. This life is death.
Waking was the most reliable part of a dream, as built into dreams as death is to life. You dream, you wake: you live, you die.
Because waking I often observe the absurdity of dreams, but never dream of the absurdities of my waking thoughts, I am well satisfied that being awake, I know I dream not; though when I dream, I think myself awake.
If a man considers that he is born, he cannot avoid the fear of death. Let him find out if he has been born or if the Self has any birth. He will discover that the Self always exists, that the body that is born resolves itself into thought and that the emergence of thought is the root of all mischief. Find from where thoughts emerge. Then you will be able to abide in the ever-present inmost Self and be free from the idea of birth or the fear of death.
In his dream she was sick and he cared for her. The dream bore the look of sacrifice but he thought differently. He did not take care of her and she died alone somewhere in the dark and there is no other dream nor other waking world and there is no other tale to tell.
Birth is a dream, spontaneous and innate. Death, on the other hand, is a slow, false, divine calamity. It is like love.
I've always been so curious about death. With my personal beliefs as a Baha'i, we believe that birth and death are very similar and that we're here on this Earth to develop all of the things we can't see.
For a long time now I have trusted my dreaming self as wiser than that waking self whose head is cluttered with reason and practicalities, so busy trying to control things that he sometimes forgets that the heart has reasons that reason does not know. When I dream, I never forget to trust myself.
Figure skaters are usually young and then just fade away. But I'm not a fade-away kind of person.
Some people seem to fade away but then when they are truly gone, it's like they didn't fade away at all.
Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, where art thou gone? Why dost thou pass away and leave our state, This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate? Ask why the sunlight not for ever Weaves rainbows o'er yon mountain-river, Why aught should fail and fade that once is shown, Why fear and dream and death and birth Cast on the daylight of this earth Such gloom, why man has such a scope For love and hate, despondency and hope?
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