Quotes About Imagination

The unforeseen is the most beautiful gift life can give us. That is what we must think of multiplying in our domain. That is what should have been talked about in this assembly, and no one has said a word about it ...Art is inconceivable without risk, without inner sacrifice; freedom and boldness of imagination can be won only in the process of work, and it is there the unforeseen I spoke of a moment ago must intervene, and there no directives can help.

What must one be, to rave year after year with delirious feverishness about nonexistent, long-extinct themes, and to know nothing, to see nothing around one!

La historia es enteramente verdadera, ya que me la he inventado yo de cabo a rabo.

Le ciel bleu-vert pendait presque jusqu'au pavé et de grandes taches blanches marquaient sur le sol la place où des nuages venaient de se fracasser. (p. 220)

Yazar?, esin perilerinin boyunduruÄŸu alt?nda yazan ateÅŸli bir dahi hayvan olarak görmenin tehlikeli olduÄŸunu düÅŸünüyorum ben.

Tout ce qui n'est ni une couleur, ni un parfum, ni une musique, c'est de l'enfantillage

L'histoire est entièrement vraie puisque je l'ai imaginée d'un bout à l'autre.

Tout ce qui n'est ni une couleur, ni un parfum, ni une musique, dit-il en comptant sur ses doigts, c'est de l'enfantillage. -Et une femme? protesta Lil. Sa femme? -Une femme, non, par conséquent, dit Wolf, puisque c'est au moins les trois.

I am Walt Disney. I know that the person who makes dreams come true is YOU.

The myths we create about ourselves are solely there so our brains can survive.

The idea comes to me from outside of me - and is like a gift. I then take the idea and make it my own - that is where the skill lies.

It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.

Do not fear to think even the most not-probable.

As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean.

I shall be glad as long as I live that even in that moment of final dissolution, there was in the face a look of peace, such as I never could have imagined might have rested there.

And when he had crossed the bridge, the phantoms came to meet him.

a wind howling began, which seemed to form all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of the night.

Well, I shall tell you. My thesis is this, I want you to believe. To believe what? To believe in things that you cannot.

To add to the difficulties and dangers of the time, masses of sea-fog came drifting inland. White, wet clouds, which swept by in ghostly fashion, so dank and damp and cold that it needed but little effort of imagination to think that the spirits of those lost at sea were touching their living brethren with the clammy hands of death, and many a one shuddered at the wreaths of sea-mist swept by.

White, wet clouds, which swept by in ghostly fashion, so dank and damp and cold that it needed but little effort of imagination to think that the spirits of those lost at sea were touching their living brethren with the clammy hands of death, and many a one shuddered as the wreaths of sea-mist swept by. At

I am beginning to feel this nocturnal existence tell on me. It is destroying my nerve. I start at my own shadow, and am full of all sorts of horrible imaginings. God knows that there is ground for my terrible fear in this accursed place!

It was difficult to image quite where this gentleman [a statue] could have come from: he was a little too cheerful for a saint in a church and not quite comical enough for a coffee-house sign.

And You. Who are You? Who is it that I am writing for? Are You a traveller who has cheated Tides and crossed Broken Floors and Derelict Stairs to reach these Halls? Or are You perhaps someone who inhabits my own Halls long after I am dead?

The man under the hedge, sir. He is a magician. Did you never hear that if you wake a magician before his time, you risk bringing his dreams out of his head into the world?