Quotes About Imagination

Crazy people have color and imagination and the thing is, some of us aren't actually crazy. We're just right. -Sarah Lange

To the pure, all things are pure," Antryg remarked, in Magister Magus' best soothsayer voice, "and to the unimaginative, all things are devilish.

If I don't read page ninety, it won't have happened to them. Black Beauty will still live with all his friends at Birtwick Park … The knights will be able to go on having jolly adventures without Lancelot meeting Guinevere and bringing the whole Round Table crashing down into ruin on their heads…

Our power lies in the depth of our compassion and in our abilities to imagine each other in ourselves.

Imagination needs to be fed.

Be drawn to the visual arts for it can expand your imagination.

Creative thinking inspires ideas. Ideas inspire change.

Codi: "So you think we all just have animal dreams. We can't think of anything to dream except our ordinary lives." Loyd: "Only if you have an ordinary life. If you want sweet dreams, you've got to live a sweet life."

Grand Duchess Marie pronounced knitting a wonderful escape from life's problems: 'When the needles slip through the fingers, your imagination takes flight.' —new york times, may 12, 1936

That night when I went to bed, I laid there in the dark and pictured a clothesline full of somebody's else's troubles. I knew for sure there were a lot of them I'd rather pluck off of that line than mine. I imagined what the other troubles might be. There would probably be toothaches and failed math tests. Lost cats and ugly hair. Cheating boyfriends and broken-down cars. But none of those could hold a candle to my troubles, weighing down that clothesline like a sack full of bricks.

She would say, "Abracadabra sis boom bah," and there Queenie would be, curled up in the middle of her bed with her chin resting on her toy monkey.

That night when I went to bed, I laid there in the dark and pictured a clothesline full of somebody else's troubles. I knew for sure there were a lot of them I'd rather pluck off of that line than mine. I imagined what the other troubles might be. There would probably be toothaches and failed math tests. Lost cats and ugly hair. Cheating boyfriends and broken-down cars. But none of those could hold a candle to my troubles, weighing down that clothesline like a sack full of bricks.

She had always been an unashamed reader of novels.

In the weeks that had passed since she had met Rupert Stonebird at the vicarage her interest in him had deepened, mainly because she had not seen him again and had therefore been able to build up a more satisfactory picture of him than if she had been able to check with reality.

On the occasion of a visit to Jane Austen's childhood home in Steventon, Hampshire: "I put my hand down on Jane's desk and bring it up covered with dust. Oh that some of her genius might rub off on me! One would have imagined the devoted female custodian going round with her duster at least every other day.

Prudence's flat was in the kind of block where Jane imagined people might be found dead, though she had never said this to Prudence herself; it seemed rather a macabre fancy and not one to be confided to an unmarried woman living alone.

It was only sometimes, when a spring day came in the middle of winter, that one had a sudden feeling that nothing was really impossible.

But of course, she remembered, that was why women were so wonderful; it was their love and imagination that transformed these unremarkable beings. For most men, when one came to think of it, were undistinguished to look at, if not positively ugly. Fabian was an exception, and perhaps love affairs with handsome men tended to be less stable because so much less sympathy and imagination were needed on the woman's part?

It was the ring on the left hand that people at the Old Girls' Reunion looked for. Often, in fact nearly always, it was an uninteresting ring, sometimes no more than the plain gold band or the very smallest and dimmest of diamonds. Perhaps the husband was also of this variety, but as he was not seen at this female gathering he could only be imagined, and somehow I do not think we ever imagined the husbands to be quite so uninteresting as they probably were.

It seemed so much safer and more comfortable to live in the lives of other people - to observe their joys and sorrows with detachment as if one were watching a film or a play.

Let's end the notion that ideas have no value unless they turn into a business or have some other practical use.

The problem is that most of us have limited our imagination to what we have been told is possible—and usually we've been told by people without much experience.

Nobody has ever succeeded in designing and building a bridge to a cloud.

Remember: It doesn't matter if you never do what you're describing on these pages, because finishing a project is not the issue here. This is about your vision and the free play of ideas for pure enjoyment.