Quotes About Imagination

Imagination, the supreme delight of the immortal and the immature, should be limited. In order to enjoy life, we should not enjoy it too much.

She had imagination — the muscle of the soul — and her imagination was of a particularly strong, almost masculine quality. She possessed, too, that real sense of beauty which has far less to do with art than with the constant readiness to discern the halo round a frying-pan or the likeness between a weeping-willow and a Skye terrier. And finally she was blest with a keen sense of humour. No wonder she fitted into his life so well.

Genius is an African who dreams up snow.

Since I sometimes won the race between my fancy and nature's reality - the deception was bearable.

A jövÅ' azonban mit sem törÅ'dik érzéseinkkel és fantáziálásunkkal. A jövÅ' minden pillanatban a szétágazó lehetÅ'ségek végtelenje.

All one could do was to glimpse, amid the haze and the chimeras, something real ahead, just as persons endowed with an unusual persistence of diurnal cerebration are able to perceive in their deepest sleep, somewhere beyond the throes of an entangled and inept nightmare, the ordered reality of the waking hour.

Look at the harlequins! [...] All around you. Trees are harlequins, words are harlequins. So are situations and sums. Put two things together—jokes, images—and you get a triple harlequin. Come on! Play! Invent the world! Invent reality!

All great novels are great fairy tales.

Cuando procuro analizar mis propios anhelos, motivaciones y actos, me rindo ante una especie de imaginación retrospectiva que atiborra la facultad analítica que con infinitas alternativas bifurca incesantemente cada rumbo visualizado en la perspectiva enloquecedoramente compleja de mi pasado

An author's fondest dream is to turn the reader into a spectator; is this ever attained?

Mik az álmok? Jelenetek, triviális vagy tragikus, mozgó vagy statikus, fantasztikus vagy közönséges jelenetek véletlenszer? sorozatai, melyekben többé vagy kevésbé valószer? eseményeket habarcsolnak össze holmi groteszk részletek és holtak jelennek meg bennük új díszletek között.

Tropes are the dreams of speech.

For some reason, I kept seeing it—it trembled and silkily glowed on my damp retina—a radiant child of twelve, sitting on a threshold, pinging pebbles at an empty can.

Somehow, too, I remembered Chichikov's round of weird visits in Gogol's "Dead Souls.

It isn't possible. I cannot imagine it. Come on over here, you foolish little doe, and tell me on what day I shall die.

Between the wolf in the tall grass and the wolf in the tall story there is a shimmering go-between. That go-between, that prism, is the art of literature.

All dreams are anagrams of diurnal reality.

I am not concerned with the moron, the ordinary hairless ape, who takes everything in his stride; his only childhood memory is of a mule that bit him; his only consciousness of the future a vision of board and bed. What I am thinking of is the man of imagination and science, whose courage is infinite because his curiosity surpasses his courage.

I tore apart the fantasies of Poe, And dealt with childhood memories of strange Nacreous gleams beyond the adults' range.

Hayal et beni; sen hayal etmezsen var olamam ben; içimde, kendi günah?m?n orman?nda titreyen ceylan? sezinlemeye çal??; hatta biraz da gülümseyelim. Ne de olsa, gülümsemekten bir zarar gelmez.

Las regiones apacibles y vagas en que me movía eran patrimonio de los poetas, no el terreno del crimen

Only a Chinaman or a retarded child can imagine being met, in that Next-Installment World, to the accompaniment of all sorts of tail-wagging and groveling of welcome, by the mosquito executed eighty years ago upon one's bare leg, which has been amputated since then and now, in the wake of the gesticulating mosquito, comes back, stomp, stomp, stomp, here I am, stick me on.

It is fun to be present at the coming true of a dream, even if it is not one's own.

The game of the gods. Infinite possibilities.