Quotes About Imagination

People point to a highly original painter or sculptor and say, "He isn't following rules. He's doing something entirely original, something that has never been done before, something for which there are no rules." But they fail to see

He felt her there beside him, just as she had always been on evenings like this when he had called for music, and when her touch on her instrument, or her least word to him, had been so much her own; except that he would have preferred even to this vivid dream her simple reality in the dark.

At that time many of the men looked like Rupert Brooke, whose portrait still hung in everyone's imagination.

A work of art is like living people.

Pictures inside frames,' said Dave. 'That's really all there is to it/ said Tom...;

the world you live in is determined largely by what goes on in your mind.

When your desires and imagination are in conflict, your imagination invariably gains the day.

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Nothing, snapped Howell, that a man can imagine is impossible!

But only in their dreams can men be truly free. 'Twas always, and always thus will be.

I wonder if, in the dark night of the sea, the octopus dreams of me.

We are what we imagine. Our very existence consists in our imagination of ourselves. Our best destiny is to imagine, at least, completely, who and what, and that we are. The greatest tragedy that can befall us is to go unimagined.

but only in their dreams can men be truly free. 'twas always thus and always thus will be.

He closed his eyes and tried to remember the taste of snow apples. When he was a child, there was a gnarled tree of them behind his father's blacksmith shop. His mother would always pick them but there were never enough for more than a single tart. Spicy and yet sweet, like McIntosh, but the flesh was so impossibly white, pristine, and the juice was so abundant, that it was like no other apple he had ever tasted.

When a writer puts words on paper, it is an intimate act. The reader hears your words in his voice and he becomes the bones of your story. The reader is the foundation that you wrap in muscle and sinew. You build the hero on the reader's delicate frame until your story is his story. Your sorrow is his; your joy is a communion you both celebrate.

Yes. That's it. Speaking about it to others would have made it real. It would have become a fact. Their reaction, their responses, their words -- it would all tell me that the terrible thing had happened. That I wasn't just imagining it.

Books don't need batteries.

Nothing factual that I write or say will be as truthful as my fiction.

Through her eyes, Matt saw the world as an infinitely hopeful place.

Nancy Farmer

Historians do not have the imaginative freedoms of fiction writers, but we can learn from novelists' efforts to imagine other ways of seeing. More engagement with the environmental humanities, which try to gaze on the agency and interconnectivity of all things, will help.

It's a funny thing that people are always quite ready to admit it if they've no talent for drawing or music, whereas everyone imagines that they themselves are capable of true love, which is a talent like any other, only far more rare.

I have only ever read one book in my life, and that is White Fang. It's so frightfully good I've never bothered to read another.

It's a funny thing that people are always quite ready to admit if they've no talent for drawing or music, whereas everyone imagines that they themselves are capable of true love, which is a talent like any other, only far more rare.