Quotes About Imagination

Some say they see poetry in my paintings I see only science.

We are all potentially characters in a novel--with the difference that characters in a novel really get to live their lives to the full.

She came forward, the outlines of her figure blurred in the half-light. She came forward like a film star, or rather like the ideal woman in an adolescent's dream.

In the end, writing arises when man realizes that memory is not enough.

I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn't say any other way — things I had no words for.

I had to create an equivalent for what I felt about what I was looking at—not copy it.

To create one's world in any of the arts takes courage.

I wish people were all trees and I think I could enjoy them then.

I have things in my head that are not like what anyone taught me — shapes and ideas so near to me, so natural to my way of being and thinking.

To create one's own world takes courage.

I said to myself, I have things in my head that are not like what anyone has taught me - shapes and ideas so near to me - so natural to my way of being and thinking that it hasn't occurred to me to put them down. I decided to start anew, to strip away what I had been taught.

I often painted fragments of things because it seemed to make my statement as well as or better than the whole could.

Georgia O'Keeffe

I found I could say things with colour and shapes that I couldn't say any other way- things I had no words for.

I got half-a-dozen paintings from that shattered plate.

I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn't say any other way - things I had no words for.

I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn't say any other way - things I had no words for. Georgia O'Keeffe

It's funny, because I sometimes feel that I'm most creative when I'm pregnant.

Lying spread-eagled in the silky water, gazing into the sky, only moving my hands and feet slightly to keep afloat, I was looking at the Milky Way stretched like a chiffon scarf across the sky and wondering how many stars it contained. I could hear the voices of the others, laughing and talking on the beach, echoing over the water

I lay in the garden in the shade of the tangerine trees and devoured the book

Ensconced in the attic, she was producing somewhat lopsided and slippery pieces of sculpture out of an acrid-smelling yellow soap and appearing in a flowered smock and an artistic trance at mealtimes.

I sighed rapturously. It was a wonderful story, and might well be true. Even it if wasn't true, it was the sort of thing that should happen

The trouble with you hunting blokes is lack of imagination,' said Larry critically. 'I supply magnificent ideas – all you have to do is to try them out. But no, you condemn them out of hand.

My place is in the realm of ideas – the brainwork, as it were. I put my brain at your disposal for the formation of schemes and stratagems, and then you, the muscular ones, carry them out.