Quotes About Imagination

El poeta es un mentiroso que siempre dice la verdad.

Je sais que la poésie est indispensable, mais je ne sais pas à quoi.

On went the cab, jogging through the open firmament. Stars came towards it, splintering the dim shower-whipped windows with fiery particles of light.

tapestries to real animals.

Am scris adeseori c? spiritul creator nu este altceva decât spiritul de contradicÅ£ie sub forma lui cea mai înalt?.

Unii sunt ocupaÅ£i cu absurda m?reÅ£ie a visului,în timp ce ceilalÅ£i f?ptuiesc ÅŸi nu viseaz?.Ceea ce provoac? pe nesimÅ£ite o circulaÅ£ie de unde contrarii pe care sufletul le înregistreaz?,în timp ce mintea nu-i capabil? de a le descifra.

Be you writer or reader, it is very pleasant to run away in a book. Jean Craighead George

C: What do you get when a giant sneezes? Out of the way. - Marigold

I should like to write about what happens when fictive people encounter and are embellished by real people.

Singur, n-am cunoscut niciodat? plictiseala, chiar atunci când nu f?ceam nimic: imaginaÈ›ia mea, umplând toate golurile, era ea singur? de ajuns spre a m? È›ine ocupat.

I started writing to please myself, a story I would like to read, and that is still true.

countered. "I suspect the story was made up by a woman who had a

Works of art were not just the finished product, but the thought, the action, the process that created them.

She was a pixie, a fairy, full of imagination and in another world.

But the operation of writing implies that of reading as its dialectical correlative and these two connected acts necessitate two distinct agents. It is the joint effort of author and reader, which brings upon the scene that concrete and imaginary object which is the work of the mind. There is no art except for and by others.

How can you expect my character to be solidly real, to be anything other than obviously imaginary, when everything is contingent anyway? My Character has been deformed out of reality by his own nihilism, his own metaphysical nothingness.

My existence was beginning to cause me serious concern. Was I a mere figment of the imagination?

He pensado lo siguiente: para que el suceso más trivial se convierta en aventura, es necesario y suficiente contarlo.

Wszyscy czekali Å'akomie na godzinÄ™ sÅ'odkich ciemnoÅ›ci, odpr??enia, zapomnienia, godzinÄ™, w czasie której ekran, lÅ›niÄ…cy jak biaÅ'y kamieÅ" w wodzie, bÄ™dzie mówiÅ' i marzyÅ' za nich.

all greatness must first take its shape in dreams.

At twenty-four she imagined with dread that she was growing old.

Only the magic and the dream are true - all the rest's a lie. Let it go. Here is the secret. Here.

Almost any book was better than life, Audrey thought. Or rather, life as she was living it. Of course, life would soon change, open out, become quite different. You couldn't go on if you didn't hope that, could you? But for the time being there was no doubt that it was pleasant to get away from it. And books could take her away.

But what if it were heaven when she got there?