Quotes About Imagination

Il semble que dans le monde intermédiaire où se mêlent rêverie et réalité, il se réalise une plasticité de l'homme et de son monde sans qu'on ait jamais besoin de savoir où est le principe de cette double malléabilité

In reality, however, the poet has given concrete form to a very general psychological theme, namely, that there will always be more things in a closed, than in an open, box. To verify images kills them, and it is always more enriching to imagine than to experience.

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Like friendship, words sometimes swell, at the dreamer's will, in the loop of a syllable.

On a shelf in the library are very old books that tell of another past than the one the dreamer has known. Dreams, thoughts and memoires weave a single fabric. The soul dreams and thinks, then it imagines.

The poetic image is a sudden salience on the surface of the psyche, the lesser psychological causes of which have not been sufficiently investigated. Nor

But we must lose our earthly Paradise in order actually to live in it, to experience it in the reality of its images, in the absolute sublimation that transcends all passion.

Le mot inducteur [est] l'image première productrice d'images secondaires. Si l'on suit cette image comme système d'analyse, l'analyse s'ordonne d'elle-même. Au contraire, faute d'attention à cette image inductrice, des pages entières paraissent obscures, pauvres, froides. Elles sont inertes. On n'a pas épousé leur courant de vie.

Par l'imagination nous abandonnons le cours ordinaire des choses. Percevoir et imaginer sont aussi antithétiques que présence et absence. Imaginer c'est s'absenter, c'est s'élancer vers une vie nouvelle.

Hullo… the wall is a looking-glass!

An author really ought to have nothing but flowers in the room where he works.

Often he would play his saddest tunes on the beach and pretend that the sea stopped its roaring to listen to them.

The Opera ghost really existed. He was not, as was long believed, a creature of the imagination of the artists, the superstition of the managers, or a product of the absurd and impressionable brains of the young ladies of the ballet, their mothers, the box-keepers, the cloak-room attendants or the concierge. Yes, he existed in flesh and blood, although he assumed the complete appearance of a real phantom; that is to say, of a spectral shade. When

The Phantom: 'You know, Christine, I think I have hallucinations.

They both had the same calm and dreamy little cast of mind. They delighted in stories, in old Breton legends, and their favorite sport was to go and ask for them at the cottage-doors, like beggars: Ma'am... or, Kind gentleman... have you a little story to tell us, please? And it seldom happened that they did not have one given them; for nearly every old Breton grandame has, at least once in her life, seen the korrigans dance by moonlight on the heather.

There are things that a woman sings, and only a woman knows the full meaning. You may sing for men as well as for women, but only a woman knows your full meaning. I am not a feminista. I only think a woman should be true to who she believes herself to be. Or who she wants herself to be. Or who she imagines herself to be. I don't know what I mean, or whether I'm true myself to any of that. I don't think there are many of us who are true to our possibilities.

The habit of reading is absolutely critical today, particularly for Christians. As television turns our society into an increasingly image dominated culture, Christians must continue to be people of the Word. When we read, we cultivate a sustained attention span, an active imagination, a capacity for logical analysis and critical thinking, and a rich inner life. Each of these qualities, which have proven themselves the essential to a free people is under assault in a TV dominated culture.

I'm just surprised because most of the fantasy worlds in movies and books are lily white. -Well, that's just crazy!

Reality is a crutch for people who can't handle science fiction.

It may be that the only reason childhood memories act on us so strongly is that, being the most remote we possess, they are the worst remembered and so offer the least resistance to that process by which we mold them nearer and nearer to an ideal which is fundamentally artistic, or at least nonfactual.

She was staring at the low ceiling, and I had the feeling that there was another Severian there, the kind and even noble Severian who existed only in Dorcas's mind. All of us, I suppose, when we think we are talking most intimately to someone else, are actually addressing an image we have of the person to whom we believe we speak.

We are like children who look at print and see a serpent in the last letter but one, and a sword in the last.

My rule is never save bits. They get in the way, and you don't think of anything new. Put 'em in. Make a big mess.

In childhood, one imagines that any door unopened may open upon a wonder, a place different from all the places one knows. That is because in childhood it has so often proved to be so; the child, knowing nothing of any place except his own, is astonished and delighted by novel sights that an adult would readily have anticipated.