Quotes About Imagination

Non è bellissimo pensare a tutte le cose che ci sono ancora da scoprire?

Quando si usa l'immaginazione, tanto vale pensare in grande

It wouldn't do for us to have all our dreams fulfilled, we would be as good as dead if we had nothing left to dream about.

Man cannot get beyond his true nature. He may indeed by means of the imagination conceive individuals of another so-called higher kind, but he can never get loose from his species, his nature; the conditions of being, the positive final predicates which he gives to these other individuals, are always determinations or qualities drawn from his own nature – qualities in which he in truth only images and projects himself.

Suppose someone were to say: 'Imagine this butterfly exactly as it is, but ugly instead of beautiful'?!

Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.

Nothing is more important for teaching us to understand the concepts we have than to construct fictitious ones.

If someone does not believe in fairies, he does not need to teach his children 'There are no fairies'; he can omit to teach them the word 'fairy'.

We regard the photograph, the picture on our wall, as the object itself (the man, landscape, and so on) depicted there. This need not have been so. We could easily imagine people who did not have this relation to such pictures. Who, for example, would be repelled by photographs, because a face without color and even perhaps a face in reduced proportions struck them as inhuman.

If, for example, you were to think more deeply about death, then it would be truly strange if, in doing so, you did not encounter new images, new linguistic fields.

It is obvious that an imagined world, however different it may be from the real one, must have something - a form - in common with it.

To imagine a language means to imagine a form of life.

It is easy to imagine a language consisting only of orders and reports in battle.--Or a language consisting only of questions and expressions for answering yes and no. And innumerable others.--And to imagine a language means to imagine a form of life.

Il ricordo non è altro che il riconoscimento di realtà passate, che restano in noi come un sogno. E sarà sogno domani per noi la realtà d'oggi.

Who was Sancho Panza? Who was Don Abbondio? Yet they live eternally because—live germs as they were—they had the fortune to find a fecundating matrix, a fantasy which could raise and nourish them: make them live for ever!

Ma i libri [...] pesano tanto: eppure, chi se ne ciba e se li mette in corpo, vive tra le nuvole.

Ma un poeta può anche non badare a queste cose, che son di fatto. Un poeta può veder le stelle anche quando non si vedono, e viceversa poi non vedere tant'altre cose, che tutti gli altri vedono.

Yet everything that may be imagined of us is really possible, even though it may not be true for us. True for us? Others laugh. It is true for them. So true is it, understand, that if you do not hold fast to that reality which is bestowed upon you as your own, they are in a position to bring you to realize that the reality which they confer upon you is truer than any of your own.

Quanti conservano la beata regolarità delle esperienze non possono immaginare quali cose possono essere reali o verosimili per chi viva fuori d'ogni regola, come appunto quell'uomo lí.

Uma poesia não é feita de palavras. A poesia já existe. A gente só põe as palavras em volta para ela aparecer.

Who wants to be used? I love to read, so books are my main friends. They're always available, always friendly, and always interesting, and they never make me choose sides.

Who wants an everyday path—paved and void of danger—when we can have beasts and shadows and secret flowers and unexpected visits from the feral wolf of our imaginations?

People who deny the existence of dragons are often eaten by dragons. From within.")

Too often the future was somewhere else, a land where you might find yourself one day. There was no need to travel there on purpose. Easy to tell yourself the future could be staved off and nothing had to change: the present would stretch in a band of gold along the horizon, bright line joining the earth and sky.