Quotes About Imagination

I need the pain of loneliness to make my imagination work.

We live but for a short time, we see but very little, and we know almost nothing; so, at least, let's do some dreaming. Have yourself a very good Sunday, my dear readers.

Painting taught literature to describe.

The entire world was like a palace with countless rooms whose doors opened into one another. We were able to pass from one room to the next only by exercising our memories and imaginations, but most of us, in our laziness, rarely exercised these capacities, and forever remained in the same room.

it seemed to me that the entire world was like a palace with countless rooms whose doors opened into one another. We were able to pass from one room to the next only by exercising out memories and imaginations, but most of us, in our laziness, rarely exercised these capacities, and forever remained in the same room

The sea was as dark as dreams and as deep as sleep

A writer in someone who spends years patiently trying to discover the second being inside him, and the world that makes him who he is.

To read a novel is to wonder constantly, even at moments when we lose ourselves most deeply in the book: How much of this is fantasy, and how much is real?

at the end of the day there was nothing to be gained by reminding people that everything that had ever been written, even the greatest and most authoritative texts in the world, were about dreams, not real life, dreams conjured up by words.

I'm a dog, and because you humans are much less rational beasts than I, you're telling yourselves, 'Dogs don't talk.' Nethertheless, you seem to believe a story in which corpses speak and characters use words they couldn't possibly know. Dogs do speak, but only to those who know how to listen.

The power of things inheres in the memories they gather up inside them, and also in the vicissitudes of our imagination, and our memory — of this there is no doubt.

The past is always an invented land.

All the happiness and beauty that life had to offer only revealed themselves when his mind drifted off into fantasies of a world far removed from his own.

De hecho, ¿qué es leer sino dibujar en el silencioso cinematógrafo de nuestra mente una de las cosas que el escritor nos describe con letras?

Conrad,Nabokov, Naipaul - these are writers known for having managed to migrate between languages, cultures, countries, continents, even civilizations. Their imaginations were fed by exile, a nourishment drawn not through roots but through rootlessness. My imagination however, requires that I stay in the same street, in the same house, gazing at the same view. Istanbul's fate is my fate. I am attached to this city because it has made me who I am.

Eventually, we come to love certain novels because we have expended so much imaginative labor on them. This is why we hang on to those novels, whose pages are creased and dog-eared.

Kafamda bir tuhafl?k var, dedi Mevlut. Ne yapsam bu alemde yapayaln?z hissediyorum kendimi. Ben yan?ndayken bir daha asla öyle hissetmeyeceksin, dedi Rayiha anaç bir tav?rla. Mevlut çayhanenin camlar?nda yans?yan Rayiha'n?n hayalinin kendisine ÅŸefkatle sokulduÄŸunu görüp bu an? hiç unutamayaca??n? anlad?.

What we essentially want is to draw something unknown to us in all its shadowiness, not something we know in all its illumination.

ALIF: Painting brings to life what the mind sees, as a feast for the eyes. LAM: What the eye sees in the world enters the painting to the degree that it serves the mind. MIM: Consequently, beauty is the eye discovering in our own world what the mind already knows.

I always think that it's wrong to put images of my protagonists on the cover of my novels because readers can identify with characters only if they are given the chance to imagine them independently.

Yet does illustrating in a new way signify a new way of seeing?

La diferencia entre el hombre al que le gusta soñar continuamente que es Napoleón y al hombre que se cree Napoléon es la diferencia que hay entre el soñador dichoso y el esquizofrénico desdichado.

Bazan Füsun'un hayallere dald???n? yüzünden anlar, onun hayal ettiÄŸi ülkeye gitmek ister, ama kendimi, hayat?m?, a??rl???m?, masada oturuÅŸumu çok umutsuz bulurdum.

Painting and happiness. I would like my dear readers who have given close attention to my story and my fate to bear these two things in mind, as they are the genesis of my world.