Quotes About Imagination

Yo nunca he dibujado la sorpresa, como cientos de maestros ilustradores llevan siglos haciendo, con alguien que se lleva al índice al círculo de la boca, sino que he hecho que de toda la pintura emanara sorpresa.

Roman sanat? kendi yaÅŸad???m?z hikayeleri baÅŸkalar?n?n hikayesi gibi, baÅŸkalar?n?n yaÅŸad??? hikayeleri de kendimiz yaÅŸam???z gibi yazabilme hünerine dayan?r.

The art of the novel is based on the craft of telling our own stories as if they belonged to others, and of telling other people's stories as if they were our own.

Mnogo je toga u životu, vjerojatno je tako, ali ti, eto, ?ekaš. Ovako to meni izgleda: stvari koje bih želio da se dogode potrebno je dugo ?ekati, a kad se i dogode, ne dogode se onako kako sam ih ja zamišljao i o?ekivao; kao da su se sve urotile protiv mene: dolaze polako, polako, a dok se sna?eš i pogledaš, ve? su i prošle.

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 city, on 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.

Nietzsche's words: before speaking of art, one must try to create a work of art.

Yazmak, o çok söylenen basmakal?p deyiÅŸle, bir yoluculuÄŸa ç?kmaksa eÄŸer, yazmak mutluluÄŸu da yolculuk boyunca kar??n?za ç?k?veren bu yol arkadaÅŸlar?n? kendi dünyan?za kazand?rabilmenin sevinci olmal?.

A great painter does not content himself by affecting us with his masterpieces; ultimately, he succeeds in changing the landscape of our minds. Once a miniaturist's artistry enters our souls this way, it becomes the criterion for the beauty of our world.

El verdadero placer de leer una novela empieza con la capacidad de ver el mundo no desde el exterior, sino a través de los ojos de los protagonistas que viven en ese mundo.

They paint what they see, whereas we paint what we look at.

The poem Ka wrote during the ensuing silence, without a single pause or missing word, he would later call 'Heaven'. If he placed it on the 'Imagination' axis of the snowflake, far from the centre, right at the top, this was not to suggest that Heaven was the future of which we dream: for Ka, Heaven was the place where you kept alive the dreams of your memories.

Pero nuestros cerebros se parecen a un glotón que continuamente buscara historias para engullirlas. ¡Tenemos que librarnos de esa afición a los cuentos! Y entonces seremos libres. ¡Entonces veremos el mundo tal y como es!

wir wären die Dichter unseres eigenen Lebens, wenn wir erst in den Zeitungen schrieben, was uns geschehen wird, und dann staunend die schönen Dinge erleben, die wir verfasst haben

Eso que llamas cuentos no son cuentos, ¡son realidades! —decía Nilgün—. Son necesarias para explicar el mundo.

In my view most authors do not write to reflect reality but to invent a second world with a complicated set of rules - the more complicated the better. Though this second world is derived from the first, it is somehow more meaningful, more satisfying than the real world.

Objasnite nekome tko nikad nije iskusio osje?aj crvenog, objasnite mu kakva je to boja, uvaženi majstore. Da je promiješamo vrhom prsta, osjetili bismo je kao nešto izme?u željeza i bakra. Kapnemo li je na dlan, pekla bi nas. Da je liznemo, bila bi jaka kao zasoljeno meso. Kad bismo je stavili u usta, posve bi nas ispunila. Kad bismo je pomirisali, mirisala bi na konja. Da miriše kao cvijet, nalikovala bi kamilici, ne crvenoj ruži.

Roman sanat?n? canl? tutan ÅŸey, yazar ile okur aras?nda ortak bir kurmaca anlay???n?n olmas? deÄŸil, olmamas?d?r. Bu anlaÅŸmazl?k ve aynalar aras?na düÅŸme duygusu, roman sanat?n? Decartesç? düÅŸüncenin d???na ta??r ve insanl???n düÅŸünme, hayal etme, herkesi, her ÅŸeyi özgürce anlama özlemine seslenir.

I know there are many stances we can adopt towards the novel, many ways in which we commit our soul and mind to it, treating it lightly or seriously. And in just the same manner, I have learned by experience that there are many ways to read a novel. We read sometimes logically, sometimes with our eyes, sometimes with our imagination, sometimes with a small part of our mind, sometimes the way we want to, sometimes the way the books wants us to, and sometimes with every fiber of our being.

Sepse tani e kuptoj se asgjë nuk mund të ndryshohet ,nëse provojmë se jeta që bëjmë, është ëndrra e tjetërkujt.

Pictura înseamn? s? însufleÈ›eÈ™ti ceea ce vede mintea, spre s?rb?toarea ochiului. Ochiul se strecoar? în pictur? atât cât s? vad? în lume È™i s?-i slujeasc? minÈ›ii. Prin urmare, frumuseÈ›ea înseamn? redescoperirea de c?tre ochi, în lume, a ceea ce mintea cunoaÈ™te de la început.

Let me say one thing first: I'm a novelist. And it's a novelist's job to put your mind into all sorts of characters, which doesn't mean I agree with them.

Mang theo má»™t cu?n sách trong túi hay gi? xách c?a b?n, nh?t là nh?ng khi bu?n, là s? h?u má»™t th? giá»›i khác, má»™t th? giá»›i có th? mang l?i cho b?n ni?m vui.

In reaction to being overly logical we'll feed fantasies for weeks and years on end, and one day we'll see something, a face, an outfit, a happy person, and suddenly realize that our dreams will never come true; thus, we come to understand that a particular maiden won't be permitted to marry us or that we'll never reach such-and-such a station in life.

I write because I can partake of real life only by changing it.