Quotes About Imagination

Tužna projekcija života za pjesnika je primamljivija od samog života.

As?l olan hikâyedir. [...] Güzel bir resim bir hikâyeyi zarafetle tamamlar.

A great painter does not content himself by affecting us with his masterpieces; ultimately, he succeeds in changing the landscape of our minds.

What is it to be a color? Color is the touch of the eye, music to the deaf, a word out of the darkness.

El significado de los colores es que están ante nosotros y podemos verlos - le contestó el otro -. No se puede explicar el rojo a quien no lo ha visto.

Razlika izme?u ?oveka kome se dopada da neprestano sanja da je Napoleon i ?oveka koji za sebe misli da je Napoleon, jeste razlika izme?u sre?nog sanjara i nesre?nog šizofreni?ara.

Beni hayata ba?layan,bana iyimserlik veren bir ?ey vard? bu hayalde.

Bir yandan bunu hissediyor,diÄŸer yandan içimden geçenlerin hepsinin boÅŸ birer hayal olduÄŸunu düÅŸünüyordum.

just pop this one out, too

Daha veciz konuÅŸmay? seven bir dükkan?n sahibi, müÅŸterilerinin bir elbiseyi deÄŸil, asl?nda bir hayali sat?n ald?klar?n? aç?klam??. O elbiseyi giyen ötekiler gibi olabilme hayaliymiÅŸ as?l sat?n almak istedikleri.

An illustration that does not complement a story, in the end, will become but a false idol. Since we cannot possibly believe in an absent story, we will naturally begin believing in the picture itself.

Because Anna Karenina could not read the novel she held in her hands, we read Anna Karenina the novel.

We read novels because we want to see the world through other experiences, other beings, other eyes, other cultures.

Po?injao sam i sebe da doživljavam kao satkanog od one svetlosti koja je navirala iz knjige. I to me je smirivalo.

lo habían encuadernado cuidadosamente con un papel de aguas azul que hacía recordar los sueños.

Porque cuando ves esos cuadros tú también quieres verte así, quieres creer que eres una criatura completamente distinta a las demás, sin igual, particular y extraña.

To derive pleasure from a novel is to enjoy the act of departing from words and transforming these things into images in our mind.

But we should search for the strange and surprising in the world, not within ourselves! To search within, to think so long and hard about our own selves, would only make us unhappy. This is what had happened to the characters in my story: for this reason heroes could never tolerate being themselves, for this reason they always wanted to be someone else.

Walking fueled his imagination and reminded him that there was another realm within our world, hidden away behind the walls of a mosque, in a collapsing wooden mansion, or inside a cemetery.

A writer is someone who spends years patiently trying to discover the second being inside him, and the world that makes him who he is. When I speak of writing, the image that comes first to my mind is not a novel, a poem, or a literary tradition; it is the person who shuts himself up in a room, sits down at a table, and, alone, turns inward. Amid his shadows, he builds a new world with words.

Ahora sé que no cambiaría nada demostrar que la vida que vivimos no es sino el sueño de otro.

no cambiaría nada saber que la escritura, que cualquier texto, no trata de la vida sino del sueño, por el mero hecho de ser escritura.

He was a poet and, as he himself had written—in an early poem still largely unknown to Turkish readers—it snows only once in our dreams.

Poetry is like painting. Some attracts you more if you stand near, some if you're further off.