Quotes About Imagination

Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me? (I think they hang there winter and summer on those trees and always drop fruit as I pass;)

A great poem is no finish to a man or woman but rather a beginning.

they may prove well in lecture-rooms, yet not prove at all under the spacious clouds and along the landscape and flowing currents.

A leitura está cheia de aromas.»

Si quieres saber donde esta tu corazón, mira donde va tu mente cuando sueñas despierto.

Looking with side-curved head curious what will come next

Lo, I or you, Or woman, man, or state, known or unknown, We seeming solid wealth, strength, beauty build, But really build eidolons.

Chanter of Personality, outlining what is yet to be, I project the history of the future.

You think it would be good to be the writer of melodious verses, Well it would be good to be the writer of melodious verses;

Of all races and eras these States with veins full of poetical stuff most need poets, and are to have the greatest, and use them the greatest, Their Presidents shall not be their common referee so much as their poets shall.

Whatever may have been the case in years gone by, the true use for the imaginative faculty of modern times is to give ultimate vivification to facts, to science, and to common lives, endowing them with the glows and glories and final illustriousness which belong to every real thing, and to real things only. Without that ultimate vivification—which the poet or other artist alone can give—reality would seem incomplete, and science, democracy, and life itself, finally in vain.

Stop this day and night with me, and you shall possess the origin of all poems

All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it;

Not architecture alone but all technology is, at certain stages, evidence of a collective dream.

Do not write the conclusion of a work in your familiar study. You would not find the necessary courage there.

The storyteller: he is the man who could let the wick of his life be consumed completely by the gentle flame of his story

Thinking is like a fountain. Once it gets going at a certain pressure, well, it almost impossible to turn it off. And, my hat! what odd things come up with the water! (Out Of The Deep)

Fancies were all very well for a change, but must be only occasional guests in a world devoted to reality.

Lawford had soundlessly stolen a pace or two nearer, and by stopping forward he could, each in turn, scrutinize the little intent company sitting over his story around the lamp at the further end of the table; squatting like little children with their twigs and pins, fishing for wonders on the brink of the unknown.

It seemed to my young mind that there was not a day, scarcely an hour, I lived, but that Life was unfolding itself in ever new and ravishing disguises. I had not begun to be in the least tired or afraid of it. Smallest of bubbles I might be, tossing on the great waters, but I reflected the universe.

It was as if the past were surrounded with a great wall; and the future clear and hard as glass. You might explore the past in memory: you couldn't scale its invisible walls.

Everything in life is made up...You make up that you are happy. You make up that you are sad. You make up that you are in love. If you don't make up your own life, who's going to make it up for you? It's bad enough when you die and everybody can make up their own stories about you. —Mr. Hooft

Let me think Thinking is all I have If wisdom is a pretense Then let me pretend to be wise

Sometimes I feel like I have walked into the middle of a movie. It is a strange movie with no plot and no beginning. The movie is in black and white, and grainy. Sometimes the camera moves in so close that you can't tell what is going on and you just listen to the sounds and guess.