Quotes About Imagination

I consider that a man's brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose.

My life is spent in one long effort to escape from the commonplaces of existence.

I can understand. There is a mystery about this which stimulates the imagination; where there is no imagination, there is no horror.

Das Leben ist unendlich seltsamer als alles, was der menschliche Geist erfinden könnte.

Yo creo que, normalmente, el cerebro de una persona es como un pequeño ático vacío en el que hay que meter los muebles que uno prefiera.

A fortnight went by, during which I frequently found my thoughts turning in her direction and wondering what strange side-alley of human experience this lonely woman had strayed into.

What, indeed? It is art for art's sake, Watson.

that for strange effects and extraordinary combinations we must go to life itself, which is always far more daring than any effort of the imagination.

After all, important fresh evidence is a two-edged thing, and may possibly cut in a very different direction to that which Lestrade imagines. Take your breakfast, Watson, and we will go out together and see what we can do. I feel as if I shall need your company and your moral support today.

Dove non c'è immaginazione, non c'è orrore.

in origine il cervello umano è come un attico vuoto che uno deve riempire con i mobili che preferisce.

La vida es infinitamente mas extraña que todo cuanto la mente del hombre podria inventar.

No me cabe duda que usted cree hacerme una lisonja comparándome con Dupin. Pero en mi opinión, Dupin era un hombre que valía muy poco. […] Sin duda, poseía algo de genio analítico; pero no era, en modo alguno, un fenómeno, según parece imaginárselo Poe.

jacket. It was this sketch-book, which was as dilapidated

Los sueños proveen un necesario escape para todo el mundo.

He picked up a towel to dry his hair. You coming to work out? Yes. You want me to reset the machine? No, I want to ride you until you're begging me for mercy. Clearing her throat, she tried to shove that imagine out of her mind.

It was something Brynna had done a report on in school last year. At the time he'd thought it stupid, but he finally got it. Visualization. In order to make something happen, to become something else, you had to see it clearly in your mind. That was the first step of achieving success. Vague dreams never amounted to anything. Only those that were fully seen could manifest.

You can go anywhere in the whole world you want to go in a book.

He mounted behind me and we started off, while I indulged myself with the image of grabbing that stick and conking him right across his smiling face.

I spent nine years living in a graveyard of dead dreams, pretending it was Cinderella's castle. If that's not sad enough to cry over, I don't know what is.

Even Grace still imagined there might be words, the words that could reach Dora and that had so far, unaccountably, not been hit upon. Only Caro recognized that Dora's condition was exactly that: a condition, an irrational state requiring professional, or divine, intervention.

In thoughts, one keeps a reserve of hope, in spite of everything. You cannot say good-bye in imagination. That is something you can only do in actuality, in the flesh.

I shall weave a suit of leaves. At once. With acorns for buttons.

Don't do it, Eleanor told the little girl; insist on your cup of stars; once they have trapped you into being like everyone else you will never see your cup of stars again