Quotes About Imagination

It's a situation doomed enough to laugh at, but he thinks of what he used to tell his students. Imagine being a planet. Don't laugh, he'd tell them. Try to imagine it. Eons of loneliness, and then one day your ellipsis peaks toward that of another planet and there is a gasp of nearness. Wouldn't you try to make the most of it? Wouldn't you, too, combust and flare and explode if you had to?

Her mother said fairy tales didn't have anything to do with the world, but Ofelia knew better. They had taught her everything about it.

But the dream eludes wakeful pursuit; it always does.

Normally my clients were my mother, my grandmother, and my dad, and I would sell them the issues with a great color cover. There was a story I remember called 'The Invader,' and it had an invisible dome covering a city, with a giant tentacled monster eating everybody in sight, and people trying to drill a hole in the dome. And I did these epic Prismacolor pencil illustrations and sold out the three issues to my captive audience.

And I really loved sculpting. My brother and I would do full human figures with clay and Plasticine—liver, intestines, the heart—fill them with ketchup and throw them from the roof. So I was an artistic but very morbid kid.

As a kid, I dreamed of having a house with secret passages and a room where it rained 24 hours a day

Elisa lives in a world of her own devising. That's obvious from the shoes. Zelda imagines Elisa's perception as one of those dioramas she saw in a museum, perfect little realms, breakable but not if you walk softly.

Elisa believes this creature is accustomed to much larger gestures: full-body tumbles within seething seas; darting attacks; unfolding to full height beneath a tropical sun.

La madre de Ofelia no lo sabía, pero ella también creía en los cuentos de hadas. Carmen Cardoso creía en el cuento más peligroso de todos: aquel en que un príncipe la salvaría.

That's what the books said, and didn't their tales feel so much truer than what adults pretended this world to be about? Only books talked about all the things adults didn't want you to ask about - Life. Death. Good and Evil. And what else truly mattered in life.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but its creation is in the mind and hand of the artist.

me." "That's exactly what she means. That's your own private zone where you create what

Vakten ga tydelig inntrykk av at han trodde damemennesket hadde hallusinasjoner eller også hadde forlest seg på Agatha Christie, men man visste jo aldri.

I'll see you in my dreams.

Fine art is knowledge made visible.

The expression of beauty is in direct ratio to the power of conception the artist has acquired.

Poetry is as exact a science as geometry

All one's inventions are true, you can be sure of that. Poetry is as exact a science as geometry.

Of all lies, art is the least untrue.

The only way to avoid being unhappy is to close yourself up in Art and to count for nothing all the rest.

Everything one invents is true, you may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry.

There are neither good nor bad subjects. From the point of view of pure Art, you could almost establish it as an axiom that the subject is irrelevant, style itself being an absolute manner of seeing things.

Man lives in his dreams, that is where he gets his only reward and receives his only pleasure.

You forget everything. The hours slip by. You travel in your chair through centuries you seem to see before you, your thoughts are caught up in the story, dallying with the details or following the course of the plot, you enter into characters, so that it seems as if it were your own heart beating beneath their costumes.