Quotes About Imagination

Mary. If you were real I'd run away with you forever.

In winter-time visions of Spring and Summer are conjured at will by poets...

The woman who appeals to a man's vanity may stimulate him, the woman who appeals to his heart may attract him, but it is the woman who appeals to his imagination who gets him.

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common-sense.

One could say that artists are people who think naturally in highly patterned ways.

A poem needs imaginative rhythms as well as imaginative transformation of content.

what delights the poet is 'unintelligibility' ...(where) language doesn't sound like anything anyone could possibly say in 'real life' or in 'real philosophy.

I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.

I would love to photograph Stephen Hawking. I am just fascinated by science, I really am.

In dreaming we travel to a place where all is forgiven.

All literature is scarry.

Anything he liked, I'll like. Except if it's fiction. I never can get interested in things that didn't happen to people who never lived.

jamás he conseguido interesarme por cosas que sé que jamás les ocurrieron a personas que nunca han vivido. ¿y qué hace usted ahí todo el día, sentado en la trasera de su tienda y leyendo sin parar? ¿por qué no trata de venderle algún libro a alguien?

it's about conveying the image of where you want to be, not where you are.

I hummed love songs, silent love songs the words of which I've forgotten, sang to myself for nights on end, never tiring of praising my love in song, it was just as it ought to be and I dreamed the whole of Germany had exploded and just we two were lying, buried alive, somewhere in the last warmth of ashes, the air was used up and I gave her my last breath in one long kiss—that kind of stuff, I take nothing of it back, it was right and it was marvelous.

Realiteit is slechts de meest voor de hand liggende fictie.

I still have a photo on my wall of the greatest idol I will ever have in my life, and it's myself at eight. Because that's when the forces of imagination have the same value as the real world, when they're an instrument of survival: when my mother disappeared, and I imagined a mother. That was me at my best.

Dreams can be of value even if you don't have an opportunity to turn them into reality.

The stories I create are never as awful as reality.

I can still remember the miraculous feeling of writing a sentence, then more sentences, telling a story. The first thing I wrote was a one-page summary of Robinson Crusoe and I am so sorry I do not have it any more; it was at that moment I became an author." [As quoted in the author biography on Mankell's official website .]

Every time Wallander stepped into someone's home, he felt as though he were looking at the front cover of a book that he had just bought

My brother was a lifeguard in a car wash.

Dreams are excursions into the limbo of things, a semi-deliverance from the human prison.

You will obtain a vision of matter that is perhaps fatiguing for your imagination, but pure and stripped of what the requirements of life make you add to it in external perception.