Quotes About Imagination

Anxiety and fear are cousins but not twins. Fear sees a threat. Anxiety imagines one. Fear screams, Get out! Anxiety ponders, What if?

La ansiedad y el miedo son primos, pero no son idénticos. El miedo ve una amenaza. La ansiedad se la imagina.

Anxiety and fear are cousins but not twins. Fear sees a threat. Anxiety imagines one.

Fairy tales are experienced by their hearers and readers, not as realistic, but as symbolic poetry.

Être attentif à une branche prise dans le vent du matin. Observer le mouvement de la brume et des nuages. Vivre les lieux. Respirer les parfums de la nature. Saisir l'instant. Puis s'enfermer dans son atelier. Et reproduire en un trait unique les nuances de la réalité. Travail solitaire. Souffle divin. Comme tous les artistes sur cette terre, changer le monde de façon invisible. Et cependant évidente…

The whole world lived inside the gourd, the earth a green and blue pearl like the one the dragon plays with.

I couldn't tell where the stories left off and the dreams began, her voice the voice of the heroines in my sleep.

Perhaps I made him up, and what I once had was not Chinese-sight at all but child-sight that would have disappeared eventually without such struggle.

Your nervous system cannot tell the difference between an imagined experience and a 'real' experience.

A human being always acts and feels and performs in accordance with what he imagines to be true about himself and his environment...For imagination sets the goal 'picture' which our automatic mechanism works on. We act, or fail to act, not because of 'will,' as is so commonly believed, but because of imagination.

He must have a burning desire to solve the problem. But after he has defined the problem sees in his imagination the desired end result secured all the information and facts that he can then additional struggling fretting and worrying over it does not help but seems to hinder the solution.

Sometimes I imagine life itself as merely a long preparation and waiting, a long darkness of growth toward these adventures of the spirit, a picaresque novel, so to speak, in which the episodes are all inward.

We have to make myths of our lives; it is the only way to live them without despair. ...The inner world, the world of poetry, is as much nourished by the bad times as by anything.

Must not a poet hunt the unicorn through bush and bramble, through snow and fire, over desert and mountain, through thickets and over long barren roads even though he suspects sometimes that the unicorn does not exist- or exists only in his imagination?

For a Fur Person is a cat whom human beings love in the right way, allowing him to keep his dignity, his reserve and his freedom. And a Fur Person is a cat who has come to love one or, in very exceptional cases, two human beings and who has decided to stay with them as long as he lives. This can only happen if the human being has imagined part of himself into a cat just as the cat has imagined part of himself into a human being. It is a mutual exchange.

When I look back, I am so impressed again with the life-giving power of literature. If I were a young person today, trying to gain a sense of myself in the world, I would do that again by reading, just as I did when I was young.

If one is lucky, a solitary fantasy can totally transform a million realities.

What I try to do is write. I may write for two weeks 'the cat sat on the mat, that is that, not a rat,'.... And it might be just the most boring and awful stuff. But I try. When I'm writing, I write. And then it's as if the muse is convinced that I'm serious and says, 'Okay. Okay. I'll come.

A person is the product of their dreams. So make sure to dream great dreams. And then try to live your dream.

We need to remember that we are all created creative and can invent new scenarios as frequently as they are needed.

I had read a Tale of Two Cities and found it up to my standards as a romantic novel. She opened the first page and I heard poetry for the first time in my life...her voice slid in and curved down trough and over the words. She was nearly singing.

I wouldn't miss Mrs. Flowers, for she had given me her secret word which called forth a djinn who was to serve me all my life: books.

I don't know about lying for novelists. I look at some of the great novelists, and I think the reason they are great is that they're telling the truth. The fact is they're using made-up names, made-up people, made-up places, and made-up times, but they're telling the truth about the human being—what we are capable of, what makes us lose, laugh, weep, fall down, and gnash our teeth and wring our hands and kill each other and love each other.

You can't use up creativity. The more you use the more you have.