Quotes About Imagination

Binswanger's vision of this pathological but visceral gestalt deeply influenced Dick's construction of the various idios kosmoi in his works.65

The playing adult steps sideward into another reality; the playing child advances forward to new stages of mastery.

You see a child play, and it is so close to seeing an artist paint, for in play a child says things without uttering a word. You can see how he solves his problems. You can also see what's wrong. Young children, especially, have enormous creativity, and whatever's in them rises to the surface in free play.

Make no little plans; they have no magic to stir men's blood. Daniel H. Burnham

By decluttering our mind we can liberate mental forces that can inflame inspiring sparks of creativity. A singular flash or a particular flair on an unusual day can arouse a flood of stimulating thoughts. When we take ourselves off guard and our mind-set by surprise we can stir an array of inventive ideas. ("A flair of inspiration" )

Cherishing the sweet reminiscence of the early hours of life can be experienced as real enchantment: Those hours when fantasy is given wings and imagination allows us to sail with our paper boats through the stern roads of our constricted life. ( "Paper boats forever" )

Good historical fiction can bring those sights, smells, and even the oppressive heat so alive, you feel that you are there,

All of us insist upon our illusions, upon substituting dreams and distorted memories for the real thing.

Of course, all forms of creativity are a way of dipping one's toes in the essence of the divine.

Leafpool] waved her tail in greeting as she padded past Cloudtail and Daisy; as she left the clearing she heard Cloudtail meowing, "This time try to pretend I'm a badger and I'm going to eat your kits." "But my kits really like you," Daisy protested.

I hope he has them chasing blue squirrels all day!" Graystripe hissed to Fireheart as they headed toward the corner where a few pieces of fresh-kill remained from last night. "But there aren't any blue squirrels," Fireheart mewed in confusion. Precisely!" Graystripe's amber eyes gleamed.

firestar: jayfeather what does mallow look like? jayfeather: i dont know, ive never seen any

Firestar: Okay, Jayfeather, what does mallow look like? Jayfeather: I don't know, do I? I've never seen it.

A heart can travel to the horizon without moving a paw step.

Goosekit shook his head stubbornly. There were pictures crowding into his head, as clearly as if they were right in front of him. "There will be a badger," he insisted, "and Stormpaw will leave me to fight it on my own.

Dreams? What's the point of that?

Poor Cinderpaw'll think she's being stalked by toadstools," Lionpaw mewed.

Sometimes a cloud is just a cloud.

What were you trying to do? Did you think you were a bird? Did you think you could fly?

We need a rest and a meal more than you can imagine," Firestar meowed. Ravenpaw gazed at his friend's mud-stained pelt. "Oh, Firestar," he murmured, "I think I can imagine.

Bluekit imagined trees and bracken and nettles and gorse stretching far beyond the camp into an endless sky. "But my legs aren't long enough to travel that far," she protested. As her visions faded into dreams, she heard her mother's voice continue. "They'll grow, my sweet, until one day they'll be strong enough to walk the whole world.

I dream that night. Part of me knows it's a dream, but that doesn't matter. I'm not about to wake up. Because in dreams, sometimes you can meet cats who are no longer with you.

Leafpool stood outside the barrier of thorns and closed her eyes. Three tiny shapes filled her mind, three pairs of eyes—amber, green and blue—glowed from the shadows.

Lionblaze stared after them. He wanted to walk with Cinderheart like that someday. His whiskers twitched as he imagined kits bounding around their paws, tripping them at every step. A soft muzzle brushed his, and he realized Cinderheart had been watching him. "I'd like that too," she whispered.