Quotes About Imagination

Life's kind of like a painting. A really bizzare, abstract painting. You could look at it and think that all it is, is just a blur. And you could continue living your life thinking that all it is, is a blur. But if you really look at it, really see it, focus on it, and use your imagination, life can become so much more.

People didn't always listen to the narrative, they just looked at the pictures.

Art is like a light to me, illuminating the darkest corners of everything.

When I was younger, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

I've increasingly found that people never truly tire of playing games and dressing up, no matter how many years pass. Our lies now are just more sophisticated; our words to deceive, more eloquent. From cowboys and Indians, doctors and nurses, to husband and wife, we've never stopped pretending.

Por qué no podía, al menos por una vez, descubrir que tenía poderes mágicos? No era justo, a las chicas americanas en las películas siempre les ocurría...

Todos necesitamos soñar. No hay que perder la esperanza en que es posible conseguir algo más que lo que una tiene.

Close your eyes and stare into the dark. My father's advice when I couldn't sleep as a little girl.

I'll tell you what I think. I think you need to stay indoors reading more books!

Vanessa insisted that film was exactly like poetry. Nothing necessarily had to happen; you just had to feel something.

There are no rules here, only possibilities!

Seu cabelo é da cor do ouro. Pense como será maravilhoso quando você me cativar! O trigo, que também é dourado, me fará pensar de novo em você. E eu amarei ouvir o vento no trigal.

Memory plays tricks in the night, in the dark. We imagine things not how they are, but how we want them to be.

which may probably come to pass)

The strangeness that made everything sparkle came from me. Worlds rose out of my bottomless perplexity

I don't know who explained this rule to me; maybe it was the product of my own speculations and fantasies. That would have been typical: I was always inventing stories and machinations to make sense of things I didn't understand, and I understood almost nothing.

Art is a person's private vision expressed in aesthetic forms.

In our time... a man whose enemies are faceless bureaucrats almost never wins. It is our equivalent to the anger of the gods in ancient times. But those gods you must understand were far more imaginative than our tiny bureaucrats. They spoke from mountaintops not from tiny airless offices. They rode clouds. They were possessed of passion. They had voices and names. Six thousand years of civilization have brought us to this.

Disorder and frequent sorrow the mulch for creativity.

Perhaps. But it is childish to think of what might have been.

An artist is a person first.

Great artists make the entire world their home.

Weeks of longing and solitude: twin muses of creation.

I...thought the street was crying and wondered how I could paint the street crying. I thought I had said something like that to myself before, but I could not remember when or where it might have been. The street is crying, I thought, and I'm sitting here. It's my street and I can't draw it. I want to paint it, I have to paint it while it's crying, and why am I sitting here?