Quotes About Imagination

Imaginary pains are by far the most real we suffer, since we feel a constant need for them and invent them because there is no way of doing without them.

Blow the candle out, I don't need to see what my thoughts look like.

There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.

Art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.

Encara que sabem que el tresor dels llibres mai no és real i no és essencial per sobreviure, tots els lectors busquem als llibres la metàfora de la felicitat. Aunque sabemos que el tesoro de los libros nunca es real y no es esencial para sobrevivir, todos los lectores buscamos en los libros la metáfora de la felicidad

Imagination makes all the difference.

Creativity is taking a simple thing and bringing it to life.

Leggere è viaggiare senza la seccatura dei bagagli.

Scrivere è viaggiare senza la seccatura dei bagagli.

Era una bellissima fanciulla, di quindici o sedici anni, alta e flessibile come un giunco, dalla pelle pallidissima, quasi alabastrina, con la tinta che ricordava suo padre il Corsaro Nero; aveva due occhi grandi, d'un nero intenso, e lunghe ciglia che lasciavano cadere sul viso la loro ombra. I suo capelli, neri come l'ala di un corvo, li teneva sciolti sulle spalle, legati solamente presso la nuca da una piccola fila di perle.

PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to... to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry.

I dwell in Possibility A fairer house than Prose More numerous of Windows Superior — for Doors.

Nature is a Haunted House—but Art—a House that tries to be haunted.

I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind. And this is one: I'm going to tell it - but take care not to smile at any part of it.

The inside of my head is out of control. It is on fire. It is snowing. It is a wild jungle. It is an Arctic wilderness. It is everything that has ever happened and everything that ever will happen, all at once.

I put a row of toys on the bed. A brown-haired Barbie doll, then a Lego ambulance...then a gray Buckbeak the Hippogriff.

I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind. And this is one: I'm going to tell it - but take care not to smile at any part of it.

I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.

Recipe for a Worry Take one pound morbid preoccupation and mix vigorously with one cup overactive imagination. In a separate bowl, add one part hypersensitivity to three parts increased hormone activity. Fold together and let stew for hours on end.

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.

Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted.

Bring me the sunset in a cup.

There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry – This Traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of Toll – How frugal is the Chariot That bears a Human soul.

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?