Quotes About Imagination

Se veía deshonrado, arruinado, perdido! Y su imaginación, asaltada por una multitud de hipótesis, se agitaba en medio de ellas como un tonel vacío arrastrado al mar y que flota sobre las olas.

no imagination, no sallies, nothing that makes the society-man.

Libraries are brothels for the mind. Which means that librarians are the madams, greeting punters, understanding their strange tastes and needs, and pimping their books.

Certainly solitude is dangerous for active minds. We require around us men who can think and talk. When we are alone for a long time, we people space with phantoms.

There is a part of everything which is unexplored, because we are accustomed to using our eyes only in association with the memory of what people before us have thought of the thing we are looking at. Even the smallest thing has something in it which is unknown.

His life had gone by without adventures, without passions, almost without hopes. The facility of dreaming, planted in every man, had never blossomed in the narrow bed of his ambitions.

As her figure coarsened, her soul became ever more romantic, and when her corpulence riveted her to her chair, her imagination continued to wander through tender adventures, of which she was the heroine.

Le voyage est une espèce de porte par où l'on sort de la réalité connue pour pénétrer dans une réalité inexplorée qui semble un rêve.

Madame Chantal?a large woman whose ideas always strike me as being square-shaped, like stones dressed by a mason?was in the habit of concluding any political discussion with the remark: 'As ye sow, so shall ye reap'. Why have I always imagined that Madame Chantal's ideas are square? I've no idea, but everything she says goes into that shape in my mind: a block?a large one?with four symmetrical angles.

Che cos'ha mai di così seducente questa luna, vecchio astro defunto, che porta a spasso nel cielo, la sua faccia giallina e la sua triste luce di trapassata per turbare così noialtri, noi che siamo infiammati da erranti fantasie?

El verdadero miedo es como una reminiscencia de los terrores fantásticos de antaño. Un

Amilyen mértékben dagadt a teste, lelke egyre költÅ'ibben szárnyalt; s amíg az elhájasodott test a karosszék foglya lett, gondolatai érzelmes kalandokat szövögettek, melyeknek hÅ'snÅ'jévé saját magát tette meg. Voltak kedvenc történetei, amiket álomképeiben mindig felidézett, ahogyan a zenélÅ'doboz is végeszakadatlanul ugyanazt a dalt ismétli, ha felhúzzák.

Similar phenomena occur in dreams, and lead us through the most unlikely phantasmagoria, without causing us any surprise, because our verifying apparatus and our sense of control have gone to sleep, while our imaginative faculty wakes and works.

Our greatest strength isn't our ability to imagine brighter days ahead, it is that we are empowered-in every present moment-to effortlessly dismiss any dark thought or feeling that, left unattended, diminishes our happiness.

When I'm all grown up, come what may, I'll build a boat to carry me away

Writing is the starting point from which all goodness (and crappiness) flows.

Primero tienes que experimentar lo que quieres expresar.» Vincent Van Gogh

But you must be sure that your imagination and love are behind it, that you are not working just from grim resolution, i.e., to make money or impress people. Brenda Ueland, If You Want to Write

El arte abstracto no existe. Siempre tienes que empezar por algo y, luego, puedes eliminar cualquier rasgo de realidad.» Pablo Picasso

You have first to experience what you want to express. —Vincent van Gogh

History tells us what people do; historical fiction helps us imagine how they felt.

la belleza. Cuando la verdad y la experiencia no se la mostraron, se volvió hacia la fantasía y la ilusión, hallándola en sus mismos umbrales, entre los nebulosos recuerdos de los cuentos de su niñez y entre los sueños.

cuando somos niños oímos y soñamos, albergamos ideas a medio cuajar y, cuando al hacernos hombres intentamos recordar, nos vemos estorbados y convertidos en seres prosaicos por el veneno de la vida.

In books there were limitless worlds, there was truth, sometimes brutal and ugly, and sometimes happy and soothing.