Quotes About Imagination

Writing words is like flying, Rachel thought. Words aren't solid. Words are lighter than air. But even so, they can sometimes give you a lift.

You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus. MARK TWAIN

Some things have to be believed in to be seen.

Willa Cather said that she write best when she stopped trying to write and began simply to remember.

One thing that separates would-be writers from working writers is that the latter know their work will never match their dreams.

Christopher Isherwood tried to trick a good topic into rising from his unconscious by irritating it, "deliberately writing nonsense until it intervenes, as it were, saying, 'All right, you idiot, let me fix this.

I don't design clothes, I design dreams.

Never underestimate the power of the State to act out its own massive fantasies. —DON DELILLO

Books are the best of things, well used; abused, among the worst. What is the right use? What is the one end, which all means go to effect? They are for nothing but to inspire.

There are no days in life so memorable as those which vibrated to some stroke of the imagination.

The life of man is the true romance, which when it is valiantly conduced, will yield the imagination a higher joy than any fiction.

Music takes us out of the actual and whispers to us dim secrets that startle our wonder as to who we are, and for what, whence, and whereto.

The quality of the imagination is to flow and not to freeze.

What torments of grief you endured, from evils that never arrived.

Come, see the north-wind's masonry, Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work So fanciful, so savage, naught cares he For number or proportion.

A creative economy is the fuel of magnificence.

Yet America is a poem in our eyes; its ample geography dazzles the imagination, and it will not wait long for metres.

Genius has no taste for weaving sand.

I wish to write such rhymes as shall not suggest a restraint, but contrariwise the wildest freedom.

Pictures must not be too picturesque.

Do you see that kitten chasing so prettily her own tail? If you could look with her eyes, you might see her surrounded with hundreds of figures performing complex dramas, with tragic and comic issues, long conversations, many characters, many ups and downs of fate.

A lady, with whom I was riding in the forest, said to me, that the woods always seemed to her to wait, as if the genii who inhabit them suspended their deeds until the wayfarer has passed onward: a thought which poetry has celebrated in the dance of the fairies, which breaks off on the approach of human feet.

A painter told me that nobody could draw a tree without in some sort becoming a tree or draw a child by studying the outlines of its form merely . . . but by watching for a time his motions and plays, the painter enters into his nature and can then draw him at every attitude . . .