Quotes About Imagination

No matter what kind of clouds they are – nimbus, stratus, cumulus – my mother always sees Elvis, and my sister always sees angels.

Tis true: but in imagination, I can encompass the vast globe in a second. Hail thought! Thought the soul of existence!—Not think!—why do not all forms in which the pulse of life vibrates, possess the power of thought?

The image of ourselves in the minds of others is the picture of a stranger we shall never see.

To live in memory and in dreams is a cruel comfort.

a tent represented adventures and possibilities, giving you the stars every single night. But a house stayed in one place, safe but always the same.

I seek no copy now of life's first half: Leave here the pages with long musing curled, And write me new my future's epigraph, New angel mine, unhoped for in the world!

You're something between a dream and a miracle.

We overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination... down our earth to rake...

Because God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.

I would build a cloudy House For my thoughts to live in; When for earth too fancy-loose And too low for Heaven! Hush! I talk my dream aloud - I build it bright to see, - I build it on the moonlit cloud, To which I looked with thee.

The world of books is still the world.

And here fantastic fishes duskly float, Using the calm for waters, while their fires Throb out quick rhythms along the shallow air.

And then I had my greatest stroke of genius since that ham sandwich with pickles that time.

Spurred on by both the science and science fiction of our time, my generation of researchers and engineers grew up to ask what if? and what's next? We went on to pursue new disciplines like computer vision, artificial intelligence, real-time speech translation, machine learning, and quantum computing.

Then, oh shit, nanotech tentacles.

Art isn't really about raw unmediated access to reality: that's reality. You get that at the bus stop. Art is about interpreting reality, pointing up certain aspects of it, focusing attention. Editing." Most

I imagined myself taller, imagined myself angry, and pulled the subtlest glamour I could around me.

I think the flutter of color in my head is Alan's equivalent of a sigh.

Faerie had no cold like England; rather it had the dream of cold, and the memory of frost.

Keith dreamed of dragons again, and awoke cold in his bed, curled into a ball that would have been his tail tucked tight across his nose and eyes if he had been in wolf's shape.

Oh, the wolf has a sense of whimsy, does he?

In a moment, the heat would touch him. Kit braced himself for the pain, tilting his chin down to this chest and imagining that his weight flowed like water through his pelvis and down his legs, anchoring him to the floor.

She could already imagine the dexterity with which Mallory's arched dark eyebrows would rise, and the answer which didn't need saying.

Carel, there's a unicorn eating your lily buds.