Quotes About Imagination

Vendrán las iguanas vivas a morder a los hombres que no sueñan

Creo que mi especialidad está en escribir lo que no sé, pues no creo que solamente se debe escribir lo que se sabe. Y desconfío de los que en estas cuestiones pretenden saber mucho, claro y seguro.

At any given moment I think a plant is about to be born in some corner of me. Aware of something strange going on, I begin to watch for it, sensing that it may have artistic promise. I would be happy if the idea weren't a complete loss. But I can only watch and wait, indefinitely. I don't know how to nurture the plant or make it bloom. All I have is the feeling or hope that it will grow leaves of poetry or of something that could become poetry when seen by certain eyes.

Mi tristeza era perezosa, pero vivía en mi imaginación con orgullo de poeta incomprendido.

When writers and psychologists believe they've illuminated reality, they are referring to something else: they transform the dark reality into a bright reality and then it's no longer reality with its real color, quality, and condition--instead they set forth a reality of their own heads that has nothing to do with the events spontaneously occurring in the spirit.

I do not believe that I should only write about what I know but that I should write also of the other.

Free imagination is the inestimable prerogative of youth and it must be cherished and guarded as a treasure.

Droomen is alles, 't is de muziek van ons leven, en daardoor kunnen wij dansen op den rand van de bittere werkelijkheid.

Felix Timmermans

For travel is a stimulus to the imagination, and imagination is the very path to love.

This is the magic of the word in print: not that it answers questions but that it composes an ongoing score for life, a mute chorus of voices as alive and evolving as light.

You just go until you come to a closed door. And you say "Open Sesame!" and there you are.

She blinked once, then twice, and yet again, sure what she viewed was just another part of this fantasy world that she had stepped into when her feet touched the green grass of Ireland.

What does that represent? There was never any question in plastic art, in poetry, in music, of representing anything. It is a matter of making something beautiful, moving, or dramatic - this is by no means the same thing.

And Nuria again saw hundreds, thousands, millions of slimy, horrible salamanders all around her

I am nothing. I'll never be anything. I couldn't want to be something. Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams in the world.

Out of a few misunderstandings with reality we construct beliefs and hopes, and we live on these crusts, which we call bread, just like poor children who play at being happy.

I am nothing. I'll never be anything. I couldn't want to be something. Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams in the world.

I've never done anything but dream. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. My only real concern has been my inner life.

I've dreamed a lot. I'm tired now from dreaming but not tired of dreaming. No one tires of dreaming, because to dream is to forget, and forgetting does not weigh on us, it is a dreamless sleep throughout which we remain awake. In dreams I have achieved everything.

Ah, it's my longing for whom I might have been that distracts and torments me!

La ciencia describe y explica la realidad, pero la literatura expresa lo que supone para nosotros formar parte de esa realidad. A

I think it is highly likely that – with some differences – everything has already been written. But the fact is that, in literature, the what doesn't matter: what matters is how. Originality in literature does exist, and we can find it – basically and maybe exclusively – in how we write, not what we write about.

In order for the reader to believe the lies I'll tell, first I need to build a normal, everyday, believable environment ... Say, a scenario or, rather, a set design. And then, gradually, we could say surreptitiously, I introduce later the fact or facts that could never happen in real life.