Quotes About Imagination

Human life--that appeared to him the one thing worth investigating. Compared to it there was nothing else of any value. It was true that as one watched life in its curious crucible of pain and pleasure, one could not wear over one's face a mask of glass, nor keep the sulphurous fumes from troubling the brain and making the imagination turbid with monstrous fancies and misshapen dreams.

The brain had its own food on which it battened, and the imagination, made grotesque by terror, twisted and distorted as a living thing by pain, danced like some foul puppet on a stand and grinned through moving masks.

God and other artists are always a little obscure.....

The people who love only once in their lives are really the shallow people. What they call their loyalty, and their fidelity, I call either the lethargy of custom or their lack of imagination. Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect - simply a confession of failure.

The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her.

I made art a philosophy, and philosophy an art: I altered the minds of men, and the colour of things: I awoke the imagination of my century so that it created myth and legend around me: I summed up all things in a phrase, all existence in an epigram: whatever I touched I made beautiful

A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of creatures. But inferior poets are absolutely fascinating. The worse their rhymes are, the more picturesque they look. The mere fact of having published a book of second-rate sonnets make a man quite irresistible. He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realize.

It often seems to me that art conceals the artist far more completely than it ever reveals him.

I can now recreate life in a way that was hidden from me, before.'A dream of form in days of thought:

What you have told me is quite a romance, a romance of art one might call it, and the worst of having a romance of any kind is that it leaves one so unromantic.

Good artists exist simply in what they make, and consequently are perfectly uninteresting in what they are.

The one person who has more illusions than the dreamer is the man of action.

ya, aku memang seorang pemimpi. karena pemimpi adalah orang yang dapat menemukan jalannya dengan diterangi cahaya bulan, dan orang pertama yang melihat matahari terbit sebelum seluruh dunia melihatnya.

A dream of form in days of thought'--who is it who says that? I forget; but it is what Dorian Gray has been to me.

Things are because we see them, and what we see, and how we see it, depends on the Arts that have influenced us.

In the strangely simple economy of the world people only get what they give, and to those who have not enough imagination to penetrate the mere outward of things and feel pity, what pity can be given save that of scorn?

You used to stir my imagination. Now you don't even stir my curiosity.

But Venice, like Oxford, had kept the background for romance, and, to the true romantic, background was everything, or almost everything.

I blame myself without reserve for my weakness. It was merely weakness. One half-hour with Art was always more to me than a cycle with you. Nothing really at any period of my life was ever of the smallest importance to me compared with Art. But in the case of an artist, weakness is nothing less than a crime, when it is a weakness that paralyses the imagination.

Are there not books that make us live more in one single hour than life can make us live in a score of shameful years?

Champing his gilded oats, the Hippogriff will stand in our stalls, and over our heads will float the Blue Bird singing of beautiful and impossible things, of things that are lovely and that never happen, of things that are not and that should be.

the people who love only once in their lives are really the shallow people. What they call their loyalty, and their fidelity, I call either the lethargy of custom or their lack of imagination. Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect - simply a confession of failure. a

people who only love once in their lives are really shallow people. What they call their loyalty, and their fidelity, I call either the lethargy of custom or the lack of imagination. Faithlessness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the intellectual life,—simply a confession of failure.

Every good story-teller nowadays starts with the end, and then goes on to the beginning, and concludes with the middle...