Quotes About Imagination

Seduction begins with insinuation, what may happen, not what is, what you may become to the person, not today what you are.

When I recall memories, it all seems like a film, not a reality.

The world is a palace without bedsheets

In those stories, one is often asked to do something unimaginably terrible to the creature. Cut off it's head, say. A test. Not a test of love. A test of trust. Trust lifts the spell.

She blows kisses to the one who danced through her dreams and leaves a trail of moon dust on her heart...

When a dreamer loses his lover, his dream profits. (Unless, of course, the lover was the dreamer's dream.)

through reading, the modern man succeeds in obtaining an escape from time comparable to the emegence from time effected by myths. (...) Reading projects him out if his personal duration and incorporates him into other rythms, makes him live in another history.

Poetry remakes and prolongs language; every poetic language begins by being a secret language, that is, the creation of a personal universe, of a completely closed world. The purest poetic act seems to re-create language from an inner experience that … reveals the essence of things.

Az álmokban, az álmodozásokban rejlÅ' nosztalgia, vágy, lelkesedés stb. képei olyan erÅ'k, amelyek a történelmileg meghatározott emberi lényt saját "történelmi pillanatába" zárt világánál százszorta gazdagabb szellemi világba röpítik át.

All that essential and indescribable part of man that is called imagination dwells in realms of symbolism and still lives upon archaic myths and theologies.

Berne A remarkable discovery today in the window of a toyshop. Not only lead soldiers of all sizes and poses—but also a large number of tanks. Some of them are quite realistic, with machine guns in the turret and wheels encircled with tracks. Locomotives are no longer in fashion today, in children's toys—not even in Switzerland.

It is, above all, mastery over distance, gained by the projectile weapon, which gave rise to countless beliefs, myths, and legends.

The myth, like the novel, signifies primarily an autonomous act of creation by the mind.

The progressive de-sacralisation of modern man has altered the content of his spiritual life without breaking the matrices of his imagination: a quantity of mythological litter still lingers in the ill-controlled zones of the mind.

Books are what save us. Books are what don't save us.

She lived in her head and that's why it glowed.

What was my first word? I asked him, and he said: Don't. I asked him what my second word was but he couldn't remember. I think I'd have made something up if I was him. Like go.

Cornelius, one of my students, wrote a poem called "The Washline" in which he described the sheets and garments on his mother's washline as having voices, of speaking with one another, of sending messages to other garments on other washlines.

All we women have are our dreams—so of course we are dreamers.

I stare out of the window and reflect on the similarity between writing and saving a life and the inevitable failure of one's imagination and one's goals and ambitions to create a character or a life worth saving. In life as in writing as in any type of creation that sets off to be a success, knowable and inspiring.

Crec en el que pensava el gran poeta Samuel Taylor Coleridge sobre quins eren els punts cardinals de l'educació primerenca: «Treballar amb amor i així crear amor. Acostumar la ment a la precisió intel·lectual i la veritat. Estimular el poder de la imaginació». Coleridge conclou la seva obra Lecture on Education amb aquestes paraules: «Ben poc s'aprèn de la competició o la baralla, tot s'aprèn de la comprensió i de l'amor».

I believe in what the great poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge thought were the cardinal rules of early education: 1. To work by love and so generate love 2. To habituate the mind to intellectual accuracy and truth 3. To excite imaginative power In his lecture on education, Coleridge concluded with the words 'Little is taught by contest or dispute, everything by sympathy and love.

What is it about childhood that never lets you go, even when you're so wrecked it's hard to believe you ever were a child?

What do people fear most about death? I asked the reb. Fear? he thought for a moment. 'Well, for one thing, what happens next? Where do we go? Is it what we imagined? That's big. Yes. But there's something else. What else? He leaned forward. Being forgotten, he whispered.