Quotes About Imagination

The artist is now giving a first coat of paint to that tautly stretched canvas which the scientist has been so busy stretching that he has forgotten the use he intended to put it to.

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The truly great writer does not want to write: he wants the world to be a place in which he can live the life of the imagination. The first quivering word he puts to paper is the word of the wounded angel: pain.

What is this chaff we chew in our sleep if it is not the remembrance of fang-whorl and star cluster.

You see, people read to be amused, to pass the time, I never read to be instructed; I read to be taken out of myself, to become ecstatic. I'm always looking for the author who can take me out of myself.

Naast dit mensenras bestaat nog een ras van wezens, de onmenselijken, het ras der kunstenaars die, door onbekende impulsen geprikkeld, de levenloze massa van de mensen nemen en door de koortshitte en gisting die zij daarin verwekken dit kleffe deeg in brood veranderen en het brood in wijn en de wijn in zang. Uit dit dode compost en de inerte sintels brengen zij een lied voort dat besmet.

Looking at a fragment of The Millennium the other day, I pointed out . . . how hallucinatingly real were the oranges.

Make me into any fantastic shape, use all your art, exhaust your lung-power - still I shall only be a thing fabricated, at the best a beautiful cultured soul.

The poverty of language, which is to say the poverty of man's imagination or the poverty of his inner life, has created an ambivalence which is absolutely false.

But as long as we come out of wombs with arms and legs, as long as there are stars above us to drive us mad and grass under our feet to cushion the wonder in us, just so long will this body serve for all the tunes that we may whistle.

Ä°ster kabul edilsin, ister edilmesin, sanatç?n?n kafas? sürekli olarak dünyay? yeniden yaratma, insan?n safl???n? yeniden yaratma düÅŸüncesiyle meÅŸguldür. Bunun ötesinde, insan?n safl???n? yaln?zca özgürlüÄŸünü kazanarak yeniden elde edebileceÄŸini bilir. ÖzgürlüÄŸün buradaki anlam? otomasyonun ölümüdür.

It doesn't exist, America. It's a name you give to an abstract idea. . . .

Like Boticelli's Venus, you rose from the sea and are still all foam!

There are no more books to be written, thank God.

I know too how easily desire may be converted to deed. Even when I close my eyes I must be careful how I dream and of what, for now only the thinnest veil separates dream from reality.

The name Rebecca excited me. I had always wanted to meet a woman called Rebecca—and not Becky.

Hayallerden uzak m? ya?amal? yoksa onlarla birlikte mi? ??te mesele!

all that is seen with the empty sockets bursts like flowering grass.

Todavía no he visto la mayoría de los lugares que me describió; algunos quizá no los vea nunca. Pero viven dentro de mí, cálidos y vívidos, tal como los creó en nuestros paseos por el parque.

Dreams have always expanded our understanding of reality by challenging our boundaries of the real, the possible.

Most fear is fear of the unknown. We do not know what lies ahead of us, so we become apprehensive. Our imaginations can magnify problems until they seem insurmountable. We need a sound mind to see things in proper perspective. That is why God gave us His Holy Spirit, to enable us to see things as God sees them.

If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavours to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common Hours.

A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.

She floats upon the river of his thoughts.