Quotes About Imagination

Plimpton was a presence. He looked for ways in which he could make himself ridiculous. That made him a great storyteller.

And if, indeed, there is nothing beyond the corner? Who can affirm if beyond so-called 'reality' anything exists at all? Beyond a reality that I have probably created? As long as I'm steeped in this reality up to my neck, as long as it is sufficient for me—everything is tolerable. But what would happen if I wanted one day to lean out of my safe environment and glance beyond its borders?

for he had acquired, as time went on, the firm conviction that any thought, even the most audacious, that any fiction, even the most insane, can one day materialize and see its fulfillment in space and time.

Depression is the price we pay for our imagination and intelligence.

When you got a giant killer robot, who needs metaphors?

But theoretical, imagined suffering is not what distresses a man and destroys his peace of mind. Only what you have seen with pitying eyes can really shake you.

Toutes nos créations originales et puissantes sont le fruit d'une concentration, d'une monomanie sublime, proche de la folie.

Books are my kingdom. And here I seek to reign as absolute lord.

Sabit fikirli, kafas?n? tek bir düÅŸünceye takm?? her türlü insan, yaÅŸam?m boyunca beni çekmiÅŸtir, çünkü bir insan kendini ne kadar s?n?rlarsa, öte yandan sonsuza o kadar yak?n olur; iÅŸte böyle görünüÅŸte dünyadan kopuk yaÅŸayanlar, özel yap?lar? içinde kar?nca gibi, dünyan?n tuhaf ve eÅŸi benzeri olmayan bir maketini kurarlar.

la sola idea de un libro con palabras alineadas, renglones, páginas y hojas, la sola idea de un libro en el que leer, perseguir y capturar pensamientos nuevos, frescos, diferentes de los míos, pensamientos para distraerse y para atesorarlos en mi cerebro, esa sola idea era capaz de embriagarme y también de serenarme.

Du holde Kunst, in wieviel grauen Stunden...'

Bilm?k deyil, sad?c? x?yal et?k insan? xo?b?xt ed?r

Most people have little imagination. If something doesn't affect them directly, does not drive a shar wedge straight into their minds, it hardly excites them at all, but if an incident, however slight, takes place before their eyes, close enough for the senses to perceive it, it instantly rouses them to extremes of passion. They compensate for the infrequency of their sympathy, as it were, by exhibiting disproportionate and excessive vehemence.

Mi sorpresa al darme cuenta de que aquellos empujoncitos a unas figuras de un tablero eran lo mismo que mis devaneos por los espacios del pensamiento podría compararse a la de un astrónomo que a fuerza de cálculos complicados sobre un papel deduce la existencia de un nuevo planeta, y después lo ve realmente en el cielo, un astro blanco, claro, sustancial.

Her words came tumbling out in pursuit of the images hurrying through her mind.

pero a quien ha conocido la embriaguez exquisita, dichosa y pura de la creación, le repugna el aguardiente como un matarratas.

It is true that whenever we have been told a great many interesting things about a person whom we have not yet met, our visual fantasy conjures up a picture of him beforehand, dipping liberally into the storehouse of our most precious and most romantic memories.

In seinem Schlösschen, wo er ab 1920 mit seiner Frau und deren zwei Töchtern aus erster Ehe lebt, entstehen Novellen, Dramen und Erzählungen.

A new world suddenly opened up on the printed page before me, the words moved vigorously towards me as if they had been seeking me for centuries...

eigentlich jeder irdischen Leistung aufgetan gesehen: Konzentration, die Zusammenfassung aller Kräfte, aller Sinne, das Außer-sich-Sein, das Außerder-Welt-Sein jedes Künstlers. Ich hatte etwas gelernt für mein ganzes Leben.

Sadece yukar? ve yukar? bakt?m; orada ???k vard?, orada ev vard?, orada sen vard?n, oras? benim dünyamd?.

Art, nothing but art! Art was given us that we might not be slain by truth.

En toda la noche no pude pensar sino en ti, aun antes de conocerte. Yo sólo tenía una docena de libros baratos, encuadernados con cartones rotos, y los quería más que a nada en el mundo, los leía una y otra vez. Y ahora me asediaba la pregunta de cómo sería el hombre que poseía y había leído tantos y tan maravillosos libros.

Toda nuestra fantasía y toda nuestra lógica no pueden facilitarnos sino una idea insuficiente del origen de una obra de arte.