Quotes About Imagination

O youth! The strenght of it, the faith of it, the imagination of it! (...) I think of her with pleasure, with affection, with regret - as you would think of some one dead you have loved. I shall never forget her.... Pass the bottle.

It was not my strength that wanted nursing, it was my imagination that wanted soothing.

Sólo se escribe la mitad de un libro: de la otra mitad debe ocuparse el lector.

The edge of a colossal jungle, so dark-green as to be almost black, fringed with white surf, ran straight, like a ruled line, far, far, away along blue sea whose glitter was blurred by a creeping mist.

What is a novel if not a conviction of our fellow-men's existence strong enough to take upon itself a form of imagined life clearer than reality and whose accumulated verisimilitude of selected episodes puts to shame the pride of documentary history.

all this life, must be life, since it is so much like a dream.

For you need imagination to form a notion of beauty at all, and still more to discover your ideal in an unfamiliar shape.

To be hopeful in an artistic sense it is not necessary to think that the world is good. It is enough to believe that there is no impossibility of it being made so.

The danger, when not seen, has the imperfect vagueness of human thought. The fear grows shadowy; and Imagination, the enemy of men, the father of all terrors, unstimulated, sinks to rest in the dulness of exhausted emotion.

The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky—seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.

One writes only half the book; the other half is with the reader.

oh youth! The strength of it, the faith of it, the imagination of it!

Liberty of imagination should be the most precious possession of a novelist. To try voluntarily to discover the fettering dogmas of its own inspiration, is a trick worthy of humna perverseness which, after inventing an absurdity, endeavours to find for it a pedigree of distinguished ancestors...

Sometimes he was contemptibly childish. He desired to have kings meet him at railway-stations on his return from some ghastly Nowhere, where he intended to accomplish great things.

The danger, when not seen, has the imperfect vagueness of human thought. The fear grows shadowy; and Imagination, the enemy of men, the father of all terrors, unstimulated, sinks to rest in the dullness of exhausted emotion.

An author writes only half the book. The rest is written by readers.

A deadened burst of mighty splashes and snorts reached us from afar, as though an ichthyosaurus had been taking a bath of glitter in the great river.

Now when I was a little chap I had a passion for maps…At that time there were many blank spaces on the earth…True, by this time it was not a blank space anymore. It had got filled since my boyhood with rivers and lakes and names. It had ceased to be a blank space of delightful mystery–a white patch for a boy to dream gloriously over. It had become a place of darkness.

The reaches opened before us and closed behind, as if the forest had stepped leisurely across the water to bar the way for our return. We penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness.

He was absurd to the point of inspiration.

Tengo la sensación de estaros contando un sueño, pero inútilmente, porque ningún relato de un sueño puede transmitir la sensación del sueño, esa mezcla de absurdo, sorpresa y aturdimiento en un temblor de rebelión agónica, esa sensación de ser capturado por lo increíble, que constituye la esencia de los sueños...

you fellows had starved your imaginations to feed your bodies.

river, small green flames, red flames, white flames, pursuing

We live as we dream--alone...." ? Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness and the Congo Diary