Quotes About Play

The debt we owe to the play of the imagination is incalculable.

School came to bore me. It took up far too much time which I would rather have spent drawing battles and playing with fire.

If play expires in itself without creating anything durable and vital, it is only play, but in the other case it is called creative work. Out of a playful movement of elements whose interrelations are not immediately apparent, patterns arise which an observant and critical intellect can only evaluate afterwards. The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect, but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the object it loves.

The dynamic principle of fantasy is play, a characteristic also of the child, and as such it appears inconsistent with the principle of serious work.

But without this playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of imagination is incalculable.

Time is a child—playing like a child—playing a board game—the kingdom of the child. This is Telesphoros, who roams through the dark regions of this cosmos and glows like a star out of the depths. He points the way to the gates of the sun and to the land of dreams.2

Man may have discovered fire, but women discovered how to play with it.

Without this playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of imagination is incalculable.

The creative mind plays with the object it loves.

One of the most difficult tasks men can perform, however much others may despise it, is the invention of good games.

If music be the food of love, play on

Probablemente no hay escasez de chicas que quieren jugar a la enfermera con él.

Todo el mundo es un escenario, y todos los hombres y mujeres meros actores: tienen sus salidas y sus entradas; y un hombre en su tiempo interpreta muchos papeles...

There is work that is work and there is play that is play; there is play that is work and work that is play. And in only one of these lies happiness.

It is in the blood of genius to love play for its own sake, and whether one uses one's skill on thrones or women, swords or pens, gold or fame, the game 's the thing!

do not confound playing with playing a part.

I have no friends. Who are you? What are you doing here?" "Massster used to call me Legion before he called me Ssstupid Idiot." It moved one step closer, humming with giddiness. Grinning, fangs making another appearance. "Want to play?" Legion. Interesting. "One of a thousand what?" "Minionsss." Another step. Servants of hell, Wrath supplied with disgust. Useless, disposable, unworthy. Eat him. Aeron

The joy of the open fireplace is playing with fire without being accused of playing with fire.

Grandparents are there to help the child get into mischief they haven't thought of yet.

The play was a great success, but audience was a dismal failure.

Play is the beginning of knowledge.

A little work, a little play,To keep us going—and so, good day!A little warmth, a little light,Of love's bestowing—and so, good night!A little fun, to match the sorrowOf each day's growing—and so, good morrow!A little trust that when we dieWe reap our sowing! and so—good-bye!

No such magnificent or seductive apparition has ever been seen before or since on any stage or platform—not even Miss Ellen Terry as the priestess of Artemis in the late laureate's play, The Cup.

Ought one ever to play at make-believe with a full-grown man for any consideration whatever—even though he be a parson, and a possible father-in-law? There's a case of conscience for you!